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Okay I finally think I can reply to rps, several days later rip. I’M SO SORRY. I’ve been in a bit of a slump and it’s hard for me to do anything but be spotty on here.
I literally feel like I'm on drugs or something I made that coffee too strong wow
FUCKING. YES. AMEN. WHY HASN'T EVERYTHING BEEN DONE THIS BEAUTIFULLY AND WITH SUCH PERFECTION BEFORE?! CHRISTMAS NEEDS TO BE HERE NOW.
I went to go skim through Reichenbach because of boredom, but ended up watching the whole thing by accident. It gave me all the feels all over again, but a certain part just made me think...
When Sherlock is up on the roof, he knows he's not really going to die. He has a plan and everything. But he sounds scared when he talks to John, and he cries. Since he knows he will live, why does he cry? To make it seem real of course; he's acting.
Or at least that is the logical assumption.
But, just thinking about it, I don't think all those tears, and all that fear in his voice were fake. Even though he knew he wouldn't die, he knew that he would have to leave his friends. He would have to watch his friends mourn him. He would have to leave John to live alone. He would have to hear John's thoughts, his private thoughts he would only say to a grave, and not be able to do anything. He would have to see John, the soldier, his best friend, cry. He would have to return to his previous life; alone and friendless. But it'd be even worse because he himself would have to sit in plain sight and see his friends go about living their lives without him; a ghost of his former self.