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[highfunctioning]

John still refused to talk about Sherlock's "death," and while it was touching that he was so bereaved, Sherlock needed to process. He'd spent some time in the Moriarty wing of his mind palace, which hadn't been as helpful as he would have liked. In fact, it left him feeling rather dreadful. Which led him to his next course of action; seeking out Mycroft.

He'd never questioned the fact that he and his brother had been taken from the same day on Earth, even after learning about the shifted timelines of others. Mycroft was inscrutable like that, and had basically looked as he presently did since the mid 1990s.

Sherlock found him on the observation deck, as he knew he would; umbrella in hand, he might have been idling on a Brighton pier.

"Whatever it is you've done, you might as well tell me now and save us both some time."

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[highfunctioning]

Mycroft was every inch his cool, dispassionate self, but Sherlock wasn't convinced.

"No." He crossed the room in two long strides so that he could better watch his brother's face. This was, no matter the manners involved, an interrogation.

"John's information might be wrong, but his judgment rarely is." The fact that he's acting as though you're dead as well tells me he's judged your actions to be quite unforgivable.

"His assertion that I jumped off of a building is ridiculous, though clearly I took great pains to make him believe it. You have no trouble discussing that, a situation where John's misinformation has led him to an incorrect conclusion, but you're obfuscating in order to avoid sharing what John thinks your part was in all of this, which if it was equally unfounded you would have used to further discredit his opinion; so in fact you know his information to be correct."

"So let's start with what John told you, and I'll be the judge of what's useful." His tight smile was pure sarcasm, meant to show how utterly serious he was about having that information.