Greg had already vanished again. His work was concluded. For now.

John opened his eyes as he was moved onto his back. They shifted between gold and blue, between the two sides. Reconciling the power that lived in him.

He didn't argue as Sherlock placed the seeds on his tongue. But those words. The implications behind them... He ate the seeds, swallowing them.

"My Hades..." He breathed before leaning up to kiss the man.