Why can he not decipher that his friends care for him?
It is quite sad when one thinks about that fact for a long period of time.
Love for someone is what can them all killed.
Love is a sickening weakness that only makes him freeze in his tracks at the thought of the end.
It is only a matter of time before his circle of friends is sabotaged by the consulting criminal.
A mortal man can only endure so much before descending into madness.
Moriarty is determined to destroy his entire world, force him to watch England burn into ash.
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Surely, he is anxious upon the future for his homeland and the family of people he cherishes.
He only desires for them all to emerge from London's battlefield of words and minds dueling.
Everyone he loves has known him to have died at one point, from fake suicide to gunshot.
Rage fights to consume his whole being at the thought of his friends falling to death for him.
Lord knows he believes he is hardly worth dying for, being the manipulative arse he is.
Obviously, he knows the gratefulness he feels for his friends is long overdue.
Certainly because of the years of physical and mental torment whilst dismantling corruption…
Kindness is becoming easier for his heart to access and display to those he cares for.
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Simply, one cannot deny that his group of friends and comrades will eventually be breached.
Caring is never an advantage, his brother constantly reminds him as his heart thaws from the ice.
Obeying the British Government rarely benefits him as the frost finally melts, his heart beating.
There will always be those who mean to do the consulting detective harm, most likely personal.
The chances of him allowing his loved ones to be placed in jeopardy are close to impossible.
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He is to be the East Wind, injecting fear into the hearts of his enemies as they beg for mercy.
Over time, his heart and mind have fought for possession of his soul, the brain briefly victorious.
Losing that duel to his heart after The Fall has only made him want to make things right again.
Maybe it was not so unfortunate to care about people, and to be cared about in return.
Everyone would be safe as long as he kept himself together and remained on the angels' side.
Sherlock is London's hero, but Jim will know the uncompromising portion of his bruised soul.
There is never anyone truely good or evil. All people are not without a blood-soaked sin to wash from their hands.
AN: Did you guys notice the bold pattern? It's okay if you didn't at first! This was written for fun! Enjoy and please leave some words in the review box…