[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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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.]