... you're right about one thing. You don't know me.

If Sherlock was still alive, I would've done everything in my power to protect him. Anon could've torn me apart, but I still would've tried. I'm not afraid to die, Koide. I never have been. I'm just tired of seeing my friends in pain, and now feeling that pain myself.

[He looks up at the teen, and there's a coldness in his eyes where fatigue was earlier.]

If you think that's weakness, that's your problem, not mine. If you want to be angry that you're still alive, blame Anon's wish and Nirrti, not me. Let me grieve the people I've lost, and if you can't stand it, then go away.