"Well, too bad," he said quietly, tight-lipped, trying to focus on the wound and the one small thing he could do for Sherlock. "Because you are what I have left."
He didn't bother explaining that if the Capitol he woke up in once he inevitably got killed here was one without Sherlock, that it wouldn't have to deal with having him around for long.
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He didn't bother explaining that if the Capitol he woke up in once he inevitably got killed here was one without Sherlock, that it wouldn't have to deal with having him around for long.
"Now. Why are we up here?"