"I... I am..." Sherlock blinked a couple of times, his vision slowly fading back into 221B, and John, standing in front of him, wide eyed, mouth agape, like he had just seen a ghost.
Sherlock figured that he had.
Slowly, reverently, he picked up Excalibur and tested it in his hands. It was perfectly balanced, like it was had been hand crafted just for him. The grip fit his hand exactly, and it swung easily, with no extra effort.
He looked down at it, and then back to John. He reached out his other hand, still shaking, and put it gently on John's good shoulder.
"I.. I'm still not sure I understand everything. There are fragments of memories, but it's like a puzzle where most of the pieces are still missing. One piece slots in, but there is still so much missing."
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Date: 2019-01-14 04:08 am (UTC)Sherlock figured that he had.
Slowly, reverently, he picked up Excalibur and tested it in his hands. It was perfectly balanced, like it was had been hand crafted just for him. The grip fit his hand exactly, and it swung easily, with no extra effort.
He looked down at it, and then back to John. He reached out his other hand, still shaking, and put it gently on John's good shoulder.
"I.. I'm still not sure I understand everything. There are fragments of memories, but it's like a puzzle where most of the pieces are still missing. One piece slots in, but there is still so much missing."