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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

Mycroft's insane, and I'll not be going anywhere near him unless you're about.

[Just laying that out there.]

[howdull]

He's not insane, he just hasn't learned how human beings compute morality yet.

[That might be a joke, if his voice weren't so tense.]

This isn't up for debate, John. I'm hanging up, I won't risk any of you at the hands of Moriarty.

[jumpthegun]

Hang up if you'd like. The only people I'm looking for are you and Mary. Unless you'll be there with Mycroft.

[howdull]

[Desperate times call for desperate measures.]

...please, John.

[jumpthegun]

[John glares down at the tablet, steeling himself. The please tugs at his heartstrings and several years ago, it might have been enough. Not anymore. Especially not after learning about Moriarty being in Sherlock's head like that.]

No.

Alone doesn't protect you here. You want me to mind Mycroft after he suggested murdering an innocent man just to put you back in a body that looks a bit like your old one? You will need to be there, as well.

[howdull]

[Alone hasn't protected him for so many years now, and still those words are being thrown in his face. He half wants to punch John for being so obtuse when he needs him to be his usual agreeable self, and half wants to just acquiece because he doesn't want to not be with his friends and family.

That's just how it has to be. The events of the past... week? several months? several years?... have left a deep scar on him, much as the loss of Mary did. He's trying to protect them as his last act, make them stick together, and it's infuriating that none of them are cooperating.]

Damn it, John.

[It's a mumble, halfhearted, before he simply hangs up.]