Sherlock smirked. "Don't care to see me naked, hmm?" He quipped with a warm smile. It wasn't like Greg hadn't seen him naked before, but he wrapped the robe around him and tied it closed anyways. It was good to see Greg again.
"Been a long time, old man." Sherlock grinned. But it only took a moment before the smile faded. They both knew why he had been called.
"It's good that they don't know. But that still doesn't get me any closer to knowing how to kill them. I assume they used a poison, whatever that flower was that they gave me. But I don't have access to any poisons, or knowledge for to procure or make any. And a god can't kill another god in simple hand to hand combat. So.. I am at a loss here." He sighed and slumped in a chair, looking over to John, with a longing look. He couldn't lose him.
"Greg... I know you can't tell me the future, but I don't know what to do. I am out of depth here. I need to get back to Hell. I can feel myself weakening, the longer I am away."
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"Been a long time, old man." Sherlock grinned. But it only took a moment before the smile faded. They both knew why he had been called.
"It's good that they don't know. But that still doesn't get me any closer to knowing how to kill them. I assume they used a poison, whatever that flower was that they gave me. But I don't have access to any poisons, or knowledge for to procure or make any. And a god can't kill another god in simple hand to hand combat. So.. I am at a loss here." He sighed and slumped in a chair, looking over to John, with a longing look. He couldn't lose him.
"Greg... I know you can't tell me the future, but I don't know what to do. I am out of depth here. I need to get back to Hell. I can feel myself weakening, the longer I am away."