For the first few moments he stands over Sherlock, ready to strike again, breathing heavily.
"Please?" he laughs, spitefully. "PLEASE?!"
How many times had he shouted and begged at Sherlock's grave. That very word, over and over until he was hoarse, waiting for his friend to magically reappear, reveal the trick to be something so simple, so clever. And here he was.
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"Please?" he laughs, spitefully. "PLEASE?!"
How many times had he shouted and begged at Sherlock's grave. That very word, over and over until he was hoarse, waiting for his friend to magically reappear, reveal the trick to be something so simple, so clever. And here he was.
"Who are you?"