[John reads through that message and then just stares blankly ahead for nearly a minute.
Just tell him you're sorry. Don't tell him she's not real. Just lie.]
I'm sorry. It's not the years. It's just not anything I want to talk about. My wife's dead, and Sherlock was about to die for real. I haven't talked to Sherlock in months apart from recently. It's that kind of bad.
Yes, I'm sorry about Nat. I'm sorry about a hell of a lot of things.
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Just tell him you're sorry. Don't tell him she's not real. Just lie.]
I'm sorry. It's not the years. It's just not anything I want to talk about. My wife's dead, and Sherlock was about to die for real. I haven't talked to Sherlock in months apart from recently. It's that kind of bad.
Yes, I'm sorry about Nat. I'm sorry about a hell of a lot of things.