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He has to push down a stab of irritation and remind himself that getting angry at every person who sees Sherlock as something less than human would be a waste of time.

John lost his career as a surgeon, his life in the army and his empathy in one fell swoop. He never thought he'd miss the last one so much.

“Do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?” “We’re gods created by an age that had no use for them. I would be surprised if something weren’t. We were never welcomed by the others, nor adored by humanity. We should have withered long ago.”

If you were dying, if you'd been murdered -- in your very last seconds, what would you say?

The demon looks down at his jumper. Okay, so it might not be the most flattering article of clothing in the world, but it sure looks a hell of a lot more comfortable than Sherlock’s two-sizes-too-small shirt.

John has seen Sherlock do a lot of odd things over the years, but Sherlock having a genuine conversation with a bee might be the oddest. (Or: the one where Sherlock communicates with bees, John questions his sanity, and Mrs Hudson gets a new computer.)

There's a dead body in the bath, and it's looking at him.

Sherlock finally finds his God. John is temporarily oblivious. Mycroft is predictably not amused.