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Victor make all Frankenstein, Watson, Molly, Holmes no die. Promise.
UmâŚI canât reallyâŚ
You see, they would have to die first to come back and be like you. I donât think youâd want that.
...Victor no like Sherlock?
Oh. Why die? Die b-b-big bad bad. Big scared, big dark cold alone. Die bad bad big bad.
Because people canât last forever. Weâre just simply not meant to.
Although in your caseâŚIâm actually not sure if you can die twice. At least naturally.
Victor make all Frankenstein, Watson, Molly, Holmes no die. Promise.
Yes. But Victor say ânot enough timeâ. If time no end, how not enough time??
Oh, okay. Let me put it in different words, then.
When I said we donât have enough time, I meant to say that our lives donât last long enough to know everything. Our lifespans only last up around 120 years if weâre lucky. And in those 120 years, years being a measure of time, weâll die before we know everything.
Oh. Why die? Die b-b-big bad bad. Big scared, big dark cold alone. Die bad bad big bad.
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No have enough of thing no end? Sherlock no understand.
Sherlock like visit outside!
Well, SherlockâŚtime is sort of a thing that doesnât stop. Itâs constantly happening with each second that goes by. Itâs a natural force that people canât control, and some would even argue that it controls us. My point is that even when we die, even if something as dramatic as the world ending happens millions of years from now, time will still exist. Understand?
Yes. But Victor say "not enough time". If time no end, how not enough time??
Time have end?
Big strong horse. Sherlock like horse with poke head.
No, it doesnât. Not that we know of, anyway.
Maybe we can go and see some horses one day. Me, you, and Mireille.
No have enough of thing no end? Sherlock no understand.
Sherlock like visit outside!
Why?
Mireille computer. Picture of clopclâhorse. White.
Thereâs simply not enough time.
Oh, I see. Mireille likes horses very much.
Time have end?
Big strong horse. Sherlock like horse with poke head.
But Victor big clever!
Thank you, Sherlock, but we canât know everything.
So you discovered horses? Where?
Why?
Mireille computer. Picture of clopcl--horse. White.
Mireille pulled out a book of animals from off the shelf and flipped the page until she found the picture she was looking for. She held it up to him. âHere you are,â she said with a smile.â
Sherlock frowned at it. No, that wasnât what he was looking for. âNeck need small. Legs need small.â Other than that, it wasnât too far off.
"Oh! You must mean a horse then!"
Mireille smiled brightly as she put the book away and pulled out a different book, a book completely on horses. She turned the pages, showing Sherlock each type of horse it provided.
"Yes! Horse," he said, a little confused since that was the word for a tired voice, too. "Sherlock like horse. Horse big strong like Samson."
Why no call thing name by sound?
Iâm sorry, I donât think I have an answer for that. Iâm a scientist, not a linguist.
But Victor big clever!
Ummmmmmteach word. Big brown or white or spot. Four leg. Big neck. Clopclop feet. No know word, teach?
"Are you talking about a giraffe, dear?"
"No know ga-jiraffe."
Mireille pulled out a book of animals from off the shelf and flipped the page until she found the picture she was looking for. She held it up to him. âHere you are,â she said with a smile.â
Sherlock frowned at it. No, that wasn't what he was looking for. "Neck need small. Legs need small." Other than that, it wasn't too far off.