"I'll never win." That was all he could say about that. He had, after all, broken Howard's hand in Joan's name, and if someone had killed John he would have immediately broken his promise to himself and killed them.

If he had found the one who had killed Joan, he would have seen them dead too.

But kill to win? No. Not even for John.

"Apparently you don't watch the Capitol news feeds then," Sherlock said snidely as he stepped closer, pulling himself up taller almost unconciously. "So just how much do you know about me then? If you're so unimpressed. Who am I, Garras Vakarian, and how exactly am I like you."