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If this is how you choose to react, it's a wonder I decide to tell you anything at all.

Ah, I see. So it's my fault again.

I couldn't tell you at the time. You'd have thrown your life away with Mary. You deserved better.

Not that it matters. My death became the catalyst for everyone else's death.

Pretty sure that would've been our choice to make, not yours.

Oh, now who's making things all about him. You don't know why any of us were killed. It might not have had anything to do with you.

Pretty sure your choice was made when Mary fell pregnant.

Don't be dense. It wasn't coincidence.

It's a baby, not an ultimatum.

And I'm not saying it was coincidence, I'm saying that you weren't the only person to have ever pissed off anyone murderous. And besides which, it doesn't make sense to kill us off when you were already dead. You can't taunt a dead man.

Are you telling me that you wouldn't have thrown your life away trying to protect mine? My life was already over. Why ruin yours too?

No, but I am the connection between you, Lestrade and Ms Adler.

For what it's worth, I regret not telling you. It became more difficult the longer I left it.

So you thought, what? I'd never find out that you died on the plane? Mary and I would waltz off into the sunset and never suspect a thing?

You didn't think losing you to suicide a second time would be a tad much to handle?

I'd hoped you wouldn't find out at all.

Because Mycroft would've kept it a secret, hm? Not held a funeral? Not found a way to have me quietly executed for being the death of his little brother?

Yeah, somehow I doubt it.

I'd just come out of solitary confinement; my mind wasn't exactly working at its best. Forgive me for not thinking everything through with salient efficiency.

I'm saving this text for posterity. The one time Sherlock Holmes admitted to not thinking.

Funny.

I don't even know what to do with this now. What happens the next time you get the urge to be self-destructive? Am I going to come in one day and find you shooting up or slitting your own throat?

And don't...don't even bother telling me 'of course not' because I don't believe you. How can I believe you? You'll just lie to me like you always do. You lied about this, and about being dead for two years, and you lied about the bloody Woman, and for all I know you're not even Sherlock Holmes. You could be a secret twin or something.