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He's not a robot, no.

[But he's not going to deny Al being the armor. There's a temptation to give Sherlock a hint, but John tamps down on it.]

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But he is the armour.

[Oh ho, now he's really getting interested. His face has lit up completely, animated and beaming.]

A sentient suit of armour, or a ghost possessing one?

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[jumpthegun]

He was born human, and he hasn't died. Technically.

[John honestly doubts that Sherlock is going to get there on his own for this. A botched alchemy job is so far off the path of sensible that even people who believed in that sort of thing more than a few hours ago would have trouble.]

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Then he's in some sort of limbo.

[John's words suggest that he's on the right track. Human, not dead, but only technically. Living suit of armour. He's never going to guess a soul, though, because that would imply he believes in such ludicrous nonsense.]

I suppose this means he doesn't bleed. Irritating.

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[John is suspiciously quiet for just a little too long before making a noncommittal noise and going to finish preparing his pack for the day ahead after lockdown ends.]

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[howdull]

[So he does bleed.

Well, then it's a good thing Gabriel is fetching a sample, because he would dearly like to examine the blood of a sentient suit of armour that's been here since the 'beginning'.

It means he gets them set off as quickly as possible when they can be moving, fuelled by excitement. AND OFF THEY GO.]