You took Sylar with you? Why? You need an assistant, but it's not me. Why? Because it's something you think is dangerous. Lot of things are dangerous around here and you know I'd jump at the chance, so it's more than that. Something you think might kill you.
[There's a long pause. You taught him this, Sherlock. Thanks for the lessons.]
You're going to try to stay overnight in the morgue, aren't you?
[It's one of the first experiments Sherlock had mentioned when he arrived.]
Sherlock, I can't let you die again. I will chain myself in that bloody chapel if I have to, to stop you. Let someone else do this. It doesn't need to be you. Please.
[He feels a small twinge of guilt, but it doesn't outweigh the sense of scientific potential that's coursing through him. Doesn't John remember the suicide pill? Sherlock can't resist the lure of proving himself right, no matter the cost.]
If I do die, which is highly unlikely given that this is my theory and I'm very rarely wrong, then I'll be back in one to four days.
[He remembers it very well, which is why this is such a frustrating situation to be in. There's no serial killer John can shoot to stop it from happening.]
Or your might never be back. God, Sherlock! Have you looked at the statistics? Most people don't come back after dying. The ones who do are the minority. I don't want to lose you again. Please. I'd rather be with you if you're going to do this.
[Because that's really the preferable option here to losing his best friend a second time.]
[This would be a lot easier if he could tell John that he never lost him in the first place, and that he's perfectly capable of pulling a miracle revival even without a mysterious administration to help him along.
But he can't, so he has to deal with the horrible and unusual sensation of gut-churning guilt.]
That would be completely illogical. You're a doctor, John, and as such you're exponentially more important to the wider populace of Norfinbury than a detective or a serial killer.
[This has nothing to do with him not wanting to watch his best friend die, somewhat hypocritically.]
Besides, it's irrelevant. I will survive, I know I'm right.
[John can't see it, but Sherlock is wearing that slightly manic expression that comes over his face when he's excited about testing a theory that will prove him smarter than everyone.]
[With the speed John is capable of travelling in his current condition, factoring in his screwed depth perception and exhaustion, Sherlock feels confident he will still be capable of beating John to the chapel and shutting him out.
He won't argue this further.
He tells himself it's because it's pointless to continue a circular discussion, but in truth it's because of the taste of guilt on his tongue.]
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[There's going to be yelling, either way.]
You took Sylar with you? Why? You need an assistant, but it's not me. Why? Because it's something you think is dangerous. Lot of things are dangerous around here and you know I'd jump at the chance, so it's more than that. Something you think might kill you.
[There's a long pause. You taught him this, Sherlock. Thanks for the lessons.]
You're going to try to stay overnight in the morgue, aren't you?
[It's one of the first experiments Sherlock had mentioned when he arrived.]
Do not do this, Sherlock.
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[Well, for John. It was a fairly obvious route to take, so it's not that impressive, but it's not often that John gets a full deduction right.]
Except that I don't think it's going to kill me, I'm at least eighty percent confident that this theory will see me alive come the following morning.
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[That's why.]
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If I do die, which is highly unlikely given that this is my theory and I'm very rarely wrong, then I'll be back in one to four days.
[Of that he is certain.]
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Or your might never be back. God, Sherlock! Have you looked at the statistics? Most people don't come back after dying. The ones who do are the minority. I don't want to lose you again. Please. I'd rather be with you if you're going to do this.
[Because that's really the preferable option here to losing his best friend a second time.]
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But he can't, so he has to deal with the horrible and unusual sensation of gut-churning guilt.]
That would be completely illogical. You're a doctor, John, and as such you're exponentially more important to the wider populace of Norfinbury than a detective or a serial killer.
[This has nothing to do with him not wanting to watch his best friend die, somewhat hypocritically.]
Besides, it's irrelevant. I will survive, I know I'm right.
[John can't see it, but Sherlock is wearing that slightly manic expression that comes over his face when he's excited about testing a theory that will prove him smarter than everyone.]
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I'm going to the chapel tomorrow. I'll be there waiting for you.
[Except he won't be able to get there. Woe as him!]
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He won't argue this further.
He tells himself it's because it's pointless to continue a circular discussion, but in truth it's because of the taste of guilt on his tongue.]
Then I look forward to seeing you there.
[That's sarcasm, by the way, John. He hangs up.]