"You're dead! I watched you j- I saw you... I saw you.... There was no pulse.... you were bleeding. I tried to save you," he finished weakly.

A part of his coming here was to harness the power he'd ignored all his life, a supposed power that had failed to save Sherlock's life. He needed proof that he'd done all that he could. That he couldn't have done more if he'd just accepted being what he was.

"Fine. Tell me something. Anything, give me proof. If you're here...you know it's not enough just looking like somebody."