[It's too late. He hung up. Mycroft sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, slouching, as if all that was holding him up had been cut.]
I'm sorry.
[Everything. Everything he has worked his whole life for, to protect, to shield Sherlock from the worst parts of his life...to shield the world from their sister and vice versa...all the lies--
Then he's very limited. Mother was right.
He knew all of this was his fault.
And now he was here in this place...well. Fitting, he supposed. If anyone deserved it, it was him. He'd failed everyone he ever cared about. Sentiment did him in again.]
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CW: Suicide
[It's too late. He hung up. Mycroft sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, slouching, as if all that was holding him up had been cut.]
I'm sorry.
[Everything. Everything he has worked his whole life for, to protect, to shield Sherlock from the worst parts of his life...to shield the world from their sister and vice versa...all the lies--
Then he's very limited. Mother was right.
He knew all of this was his fault.
And now he was here in this place...well. Fitting, he supposed. If anyone deserved it, it was him. He'd failed everyone he ever cared about. Sentiment did him in again.]