— I will burn the heart out of you.
— I have been reliably informed that I don't have one.
— Is that the British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?
— Both.
— You've come the closest. Now you're in my way.
— Thank you.
— Didn't mean it as a compliment.
— Yes, you did.
— Yeah, OK, I did.
— You are insane!
— You are just getting that now?
I just like to watch them all competing. "Daddy loves me the best." Aren't ordinary people adorable? Well, you know, you've got John. I should get myself a live-in one.
— I can prove that you created an entirely false identity.
— Oh, just kill yourself. It's a lot less effort.
— You... You never felt pain, didn't you? Why did you never feel pain?
— You always feel it, Sherlock. But you don't have to fear it! Pain...heartbreak...loss...death...it's all good. It's all good.<...>
It's raining, it's pouring, Sherlock is boring. I'm laughing, I'm crying, Sherlock is dying. Come on, Sherlock. Just die, why can't you? One little push and off you pop. You're going to love being dead. No one ever bothers you.
Falling is just like flying, except there's a more permanent destination.
— Tell you what you already know?
— No, prove that you know it.
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