
Prove me wrong, ordinary Sherlock. Prove that you’re not like them. I want you to prove that you know the truth, thatwe are one and the same, in both life and in death. Prove that you’re not ordinary, convince me.

Confession:
Because we’re not so different, you and I. Because we both get bored, we both spend all our lives searching and searching for distractions…only you’re boring. You prance around London, solving other people’s problems, and you know it could have been different, oh, it could have been very different…when you look at me, Sherlock, you don’t see a criminal or a monster. You see the man that you could have become. You see yourself.