[As Sherlock begins to let go, he suddenly lunges out with that injured hand, despite the pain - and grabs a gloved hand, clinging as tightly as his wound will allow him, his entire arm shaking with the effort.]
Y-You're still! You're still a human! Fate has - nothing to do with this! C-Climb up, damn you!!
[Rivulets of blood begin to run down his arm, pooling on Sherlock's hand...and in those blue eyes of his, there's...desperation, but also - something else.
(He's the original one, isn't he? I'm just - a pretender. With this Authority, I can never truly be human in the way he is, so -
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[As Sherlock begins to let go, he suddenly lunges out with that injured hand, despite the pain - and grabs a gloved hand, clinging as tightly as his wound will allow him, his entire arm shaking with the effort.]
Y-You're still! You're still a human! Fate has - nothing to do with this! C-Climb up, damn you!!
[Rivulets of blood begin to run down his arm, pooling on Sherlock's hand...and in those blue eyes of his, there's...desperation, but also - something else.
(He's the original one, isn't he? I'm just - a pretender. With this Authority, I can never truly be human in the way he is, so -
He should live...!)]