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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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[the_iceman]

Mycroft hadn't quite lied, but had so far only spoken from John's perspective, leaving it unspoken that he had in fact spoken to Moriarty.

It had been the only way to getting Moriarty to talk. An eye for an eye: criminal information against harmless gossip on his brother. Even then he had a inkling that he was walking into a trap, but that hadn't stopped him. And now there was a John telling him of the consequences of his actions. Still, he wasn't blindly going to believe these consequences coming from the mouth of someone who believed he saw Sherlock die.

"No."