[ He opens his mouth, then closes it. Good question. Is he willing to accept that? On the one hand he'll have that certainty that he isn't dead but on the other. He closes the journal and puts it down on the counter, almost trying to avoid meeting Sherlock's gaze. ]
I don't know. [ He brings his a hand up to his face, covering it with a sigh. ] Maybe.
It's better than being driven mad not knowing if we're alive or not.
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I don't know. [ He brings his a hand up to his face, covering it with a sigh. ] Maybe.
It's better than being driven mad not knowing if we're alive or not.