[Sherlock was generally exceedingly good at keeping a mask on his real emotions, a clamp on his real thoughts, but he was too busy learning to breathe again to be able to entirely smother them - brow creased and his fingers curling into themselves, straightening again, and then curling once more. The rest of him didn't move.]
But it-- [He could remember, of course, in perfect, complete detail, everything about it. And he would remember. Every single detail. At long as he was in the city. Exactly how much blood, and exactly the dimensions of the wound, and exactly how Jack's face looked and--
It took a massive amount of effort, to force that from his mind and come back to the here and now.]
How many... Do you have any idea how many times that has happened? [His voice was odd and tight.]
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But it-- [He could remember, of course, in perfect, complete detail, everything about it. And he would remember. Every single detail. At long as he was in the city. Exactly how much blood, and exactly the dimensions of the wound, and exactly how Jack's face looked and--
It took a massive amount of effort, to force that from his mind and come back to the here and now.]
How many... Do you have any idea how many times that has happened? [His voice was odd and tight.]