#very dramatic

I don't know who I am or what I want

Prove to me that we are not a dead race, that I am not the only one left. Prove to me that there is still hope in this cruel, cold world. Prove to me that our cause is still one worth fighting for.

We are lovers of a great masterpiece. Enjoyers of a perfect art. Our ruler is one of emotion, comedy, tragedy, and suppressed gayness. With us gone, who would still be left to worship it?

I know it is still worth fighting for. Every time I lay eyes on it, my heart warms and I am young and free once again. Every time I see a statement from a long dead Sherlockian, it brings tears to my eyes. They make me so happy, and yet so sad, for if we truly are an extinct species then a part of me that I love and revere will be gone forever. Please, show me that it is not true. Reassure me that we are still alive...

There, uh...

There was supposed to be a robe, okay.

I'm gonna just...

Put him under the cut here. For decency.