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In another life, they are both too slow, too late.
Sarah dies.
John watches in slow motion as the spear is released. It’s path certain and unstoppable.
John blames Sherlock, blames himself. He hates Sherlock. Hates himself.
He’s angry at Sherlock for not understanding why. Why he’s angry. Why he’s upset over the death of a woman he’s only known a week.
They fight in silence. Accusations fly in a glance, slicing the air like daggers.
John moves out when Sherlock is away visiting his Mother.