Sherlock was stood outside her cell, Mycroft was watching above and Eurus was watching her brother with a kind of awe. Sherlock never expected her to speak, ever since she had been recaptured she only communicated through her music and only if Sherlock played with her. It seemed that the woman had a kind of fascination in regards to her brothers playing. Nether the less he had been contacted by Mycroft saying that she was refusing any kind of help till she talked to Sherlock. So, he had left his friends and family to come straight to his sister, much to the confusion of Molly who never could hope to understand the third Holmes sibling. This sibling had after all had nearly destroyed their friendship and if it could be called it, their relationship.
Sherlock picked up his Violin, like he had done before and began to play but Eurus stood up and shook her head.
"No, Sherlock, today we talk" she stated. Sherlock nodded, confused. Why would she want to talk now? Eurus sat down on the chair which had been provided for her, Sherlock stayed stood.
"I do not understand you Sherlock, I thought I did but it appears I do not" Sherlock did not reply and Eurus took this as a sign that she should continue.
"I do not regret what I did when we met as adults, my supposed help has deemed it that I do not feel human emotions but you do. How curious no?" she asked.
"Why is that curious sister?" he asked. Sherlock was confused and he didn't like the feeling, Eurus took a step forward.
"Why is it that you feel emotion? You may not comprehend your emotions as I do, in the aspect that I know what you are feeling and how you are feeling it but unlike me you do feel and I do not understand why, I do not like it when I do not understand" she told him.
Sherlock just stared, how could he possible answer that?
"perhaps it was Victor, he always did make you slightly more emotional didn't he? I thought you would hate me when you finally remembered about Redbeard but you didn't did you Sherlock. You showed compassion."
Sherlock gulped, she seemed to be analyzing him and for once he didn't know what to say to her.
"I never thought you could show emotion, I saw what my jealousy did to you Sherlock, Mycroft mentioned about the drugs and the attempts to forget, to rid yourself of emotions. I wonder who brought them back to you. Was it our dear brother? His attempts to protect you or John Watson and his family, the ones that accepted you without reason and saw that you were happy when even our brother couldn't." Sherlock closed his eyes, Eurus stared at him through the glass
"Oh no… maybe it was Detective Inspector Lestrade and his undying hope that one day you would be a good man. I personally think it was sweet, sweet Molly. The woman who captured your heart no matter how hard you tried."
"ENOUGH" Sherlock screamed. He may not be able to rid himself of his feelings but he would not have them used in this way. Sherlock grabbed his violin and turned to leave when she called out to him.
"He was wrong you know, Mycroft. He told you that in terms of who was brightest it was me, him then you. You were always better than me Sherlock, you choose your life, you understood it. I may have lacked emotions but you didn't, you choose to become who you are and that's what makes you better than all of us. You choose Sherlock Holmes, don't ever forget that" Sherlock nodded and left, he left his sister to ponder who exactly she was because he knew who he was, he was Sherlock Holmes, a consulting detective, brother and friend but most importantly he was his own man.