--. SHERLOCK is actually a GIRL'S NAME .--
I'm a sherlockian from CHILE, so I'm clueing for looks too. But english is not my first language, so will be a lot of mistakes here.
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"How could you, Sherlock?" John screamed. "I waited for you! I waited so long! I begged you to come back - everyone did!"

"I’m sorry, John."

"No, you’re not. You’re never sorry, for anything. You’ve never said a sincere apology in your life." John screamed. "Mycroft and your parents must hate you."

"I’m sorry, John."

"That isn’t enough!" John screamed. "You’re dead, Sherlock! You died in front of me! You died in front of everybody! You think you’re so cool that you’ll never be forgotten, but let me tell you now, you’re nothing. You’re nothing but an annoying git in a stupid hat."

"I’m sorry, John." Sherlock whispered. He clutched his hands to his head, trying to drown out the harsh, distorted voice.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

The room was dark and empty, apart from Sherlock, long-haired and beaten and disheveled, cowering in the corner to escape from the voices in his head.


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"Balance of probability." (Mycroft Holmes in Sherlock season 3)

Now you know where Sherlock got this from.

Can we just appreciate Gatiss as Mycroft telling us repeatedly in s3 to take the balance of probability into account.

this fucking show…and like the line itself brings balance to the show because of the epic level on parallelism and continuation they have going on.

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'I say, Watson,’ he whispered, ‘would you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?’
‘Not in the least,’ I answered in astonishment.
‘Ah, that’s lucky,’ he said, and not another word would he utter that night. By ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Valley of Fear (via madnerdwithoutabox)