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[jumpthegun]

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[howdull]

Tell her I'm sorry.

[So very sorry. He's never lost anyone close to him before, not anyone that he loved, and it aches inside like a physical wound. More so because it was his fault. It's a ridiculous thing to say, though, because it's not Mary. It's a hallucination of John's grief, nothing more or less.

He sends the message anyway.]

[jumpthegun]

[Tell him it's not his fault. You know it's not, John. This isn't going to do either of you any good.]

It's not real. None of this is real.

[He loves you. You love him. He needs to hear it. You need to tell him or he'll just keep killing himself. She sounds near to tears. And there's something that aches in John's chest. But none of this is real. It won't count in a dream and he has a hard enough time expressing these kinds of things without having to do it twice. It hurts too much already, having seen his messages.]

I'm sorry.

[John.]

I have to call Dug. I'll talk to you later, Sherlock. Keep warm.

[He disconnects.]

[howdull]

[He's slipping, and Sherlock can't do anything about it right now. John cannot be allowed to disconnect, he doesn't even have Molly here to help him through the worst moments, or Rosie to lift him momentarily from his gloom.

It's settled, then, he needs to take action.

To the Joker with him.]