"Ten."

"No, no, Sherlock!" Eurus exclaimed, alarmed.

"Nine."

I can win.

"Eight."

I can do this.

"Sherlock, you can't!"

"Seven."

"You don't know about Redbeard yet!"

"Six."

"Sherlock!"

"Five."

"Sherlock, stop that at once!" Eurus sounded like a small child, scolding a disobedient puppy.

"Four."

You didn't win, Eurus. You lost.

"Three."

"Brother, please!"

"Two."

I'm sorry.

"One."

Goodbye.

Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes for the last time.

Inhale.

Exhale.

He pulled the trigger.