[It's only the very next evening from when Sherlock told Mycroft to never speak to him again, when he calls. His voice is hoarse, snapped out with a desperate urgency.]
Mycroft, you need to go to John. Help him, please.
Those weren't my wishes, Mycroft, you bloody idiot.
[He doesn't usually swear, he considers it to show a lack of intelligence, but sometimes strong language is just needed.]
It was Moriarty playing with you, and he might take over again at any moment so I don't have time to humour your sudden stupidity. John, Mary, and yourself are too important to let Moriarty destroy, so you need to find one another and help one another. Is that clear enough for you?
[It’s really Sherlock. This...This was terrible and wonderful—terrible because he couldn’t protect him from this Moriarty, wonderful because it wasn’t all over.]
Wait, what do you mean, leave you alone? Where are you right now?
[He’s coming over RIGHT NOW that he’s allowed to again.]
[He sounds a mixture of desperate and furious. He's terrified that any moment he'll lose himself again, the cackling of Moriarty in his mind palace seems louder than it should, and he doesn't have time for this.]
@309_W1C_2DZ; audio; evening 298
Mycroft, you need to go to John. Help him, please.
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Why?
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[Fear makes him cutting where he should just be penitent.]
I can't be with either of you, so you must help each other now. Don't argue with me, Mycroft.
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I'm respecting your wishes, then you call me because you need help with John?
[He sounds incredulous. He assumes Sherlock's 'can't' was part of leaving him alone. Plus he's quite angry at John too now.]
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[He doesn't usually swear, he considers it to show a lack of intelligence, but sometimes strong language is just needed.]
It was Moriarty playing with you, and he might take over again at any moment so I don't have time to humour your sudden stupidity. John, Mary, and yourself are too important to let Moriarty destroy, so you need to find one another and help one another. Is that clear enough for you?
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[He can’t help the sound of utter bewilderment. He’s both suddenly struck with horror and hope he can’t sort either out at the moment.]
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Was that really Moriarty the whole time he’d assumed he was Sherlock? Telling him to basically piss off was all a trick?]
You...don’t want me to leave you alone?
[Because that’s what he’s taking away from this.]
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No. Of course not; however irritating you are, you're still my brother. But you have to leave me alone.
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That’s...
[It’s really Sherlock. This...This was terrible and wonderful—terrible because he couldn’t protect him from this Moriarty, wonderful because it wasn’t all over.]
Wait, what do you mean, leave you alone? Where are you right now?
[He’s coming over RIGHT NOW that he’s allowed to again.]
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[He said go to John and Mary, he said they can't trust him any more because he might be Moriarty, what about this isn't Mycroft getting.]
I want your word, Mycroft, go to John and Mary.
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Now that I am aware of the situation I will not be taken in again. And I will not be abandoning you...again.
This was my fault...and I’m sorry.
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[He sounds a mixture of desperate and furious. He's terrified that any moment he'll lose himself again, the cackling of Moriarty in his mind palace seems louder than it should, and he doesn't have time for this.]
...please.
[For once, just do as he asks.]
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No.
I am not afraid of him, even if you are.
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[It's a harsh hiss, before Sherlock just hangs up. He won't answer if Mycroft tries to call back.]
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