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[holmesice]

Make it quick.

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[holmesice]

Blind?!

[He can't keep the alarmed tone out of his voice.]

I don't know yet. The last one was some sort of aphasia, I couldn't speak clearly, or access much vocabulary.

[Thank goodness Sherlock missed that, even though he could probably see what happened on the network. Still, it was better than actually talking to him like that.]

[howdull]

[He makes a small mental note to go back and look that up when he can see again, because hearing Mycroft talk in simplistic language will certainly be a cure for a bad mood.]

Tell me what I said at the start of this conversation.

[He's immediately concerned that Mycroft's memory is affected.]

[holmesice]

"Alert me immediately upon your return."

Understandably I have been concerned about the same thing, but as far as I can tell, my memory seems to be in perfect working order.

[howdull]

[Sherlock immediately goes to the other death price he's suffered without any immediate noticeable effects, one of his least favourite among a sea of bad prices. Always telling the truth, with an odd compulsion to overshare it.]

Tell me about the last time you cried.

[It's a humiliating question for someone as in control as Mycroft and a good test of this particular price.]

[holmesice]

After getting absolutely pissed after Sherrinford--

[What in the hell--

--Mycroft immediately disconnects.]

[howdull]

[Oh, now that's interesting. Definitely forced truth, then. He calls Mycroft back pretty quickly.]

Sherrinford, Mycroft?

[holmesice]

Yes. Sherrinford the secret prison, right after Eurus was re-incarcerated and we all were found and returned--

[DAMN-- he immediately disconnects again.]

[howdull]

[Sherlock won't call back this time.

Eurus must be the name of that woman, the anomaly. Time to go and see if John actually managed to get anything out of Mycroft a few days back.]