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[howdull]

I know that I did. Culverton's daughter, I knew she was a replacement, I knew I wasn't going mad.

[Only, he had thought that the real daughter had been the fake one, and Eurus had been the true daughter.]

But you never met her, who--?

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[Jesus Christ, how far had Eurus gotten into both their lives without them noticing?]

The woman on the bus. The one I was texting with. She... oh, my god.

[He's starting to feel sick and not a little violated. He'd made the decision to cheat, but this? John doesn't even know what to think about how twisted this is.]

[howdull]

[He hadn't known that, which means that Mycroft likely hadn't known either. This is more disturbing than he had realised, and he's already disturbed enough.]

...I'm sorry, John.

[He still doesn't understand why Eurus did all of this.]

[jumpthegun]

Why would she do this? To you? Does she blame you for getting locked up maybe?

[howdull]

I don't know, Mycroft said she's curious.

[Why are all the psychopaths curious about him? Then again, Mycroft did say that Eurus had spoken to Moriarty, so perhaps that's the reason.]

[jumpthegun]

You really attract the wrong crowd, you know? [So says the man who is part of the crowd drawn to the detective.]

[howdull]

[He barks a laugh, it's not that amused.]

It must be my winning and friendly personality.

[jumpthegun]

I was thinking more the drugs.

[John will try to make light, at least. For now.]

[howdull]

[This time the laugh is even smaller and less amused.]

Yes, well. That is the truth you assisted me in uncovering, thank you for that.

[jumpthegun]

[All right. Let's change the subject.]

Are you gonna press Mycroft for anymore details? I'd offer to help, but I think he's pretty sore at me, as is.

[howdull]

Perhaps later, I need to think on it first. Now that I know the triggers, I should be able to reorganise my memories and find the truth.

[Such faith in his own mind palace.]

[jumpthegun]

[John's not so sure about that. Suppressed trauma can be difficult to dig up.]

Okay. Let me know when you need me.

[He'll be standing by.]

[howdull]

[He won't.

Sherlock doesn't do feelings, and this will all be pushed down and away by the horrors of what's coming. So he just gives a noncommital hum and hangs up.]