Sherlock sighed with relief when he saw Greg to the side, preparing the plant. Was Fates allowed to intervene like this, he wondered? Well, apparently so.
He turned back to John, his main focus.
Sherlock ran over to John, collecting him in is arms and gently rocking him back and forth. "John.. don't apologize. You had no choice." Sadness turned to anger. His eyes turned red and flames engulfed them both.
"I will make the usurper pay for what he did to you, John. You can take my word on it." He immediately calmed down, kissing and rubbing any part of John that he could get a hold of.
"We need to be strong now. We can't have any weakness when we go into Hell. He will latch onto it and use it against us. You have to be strong now, John. Can you do that, for me, please?"
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He turned back to John, his main focus.
Sherlock ran over to John, collecting him in is arms and gently rocking him back and forth. "John.. don't apologize. You had no choice." Sadness turned to anger. His eyes turned red and flames engulfed them both.
"I will make the usurper pay for what he did to you, John. You can take my word on it." He immediately calmed down, kissing and rubbing any part of John that he could get a hold of.
"We need to be strong now. We can't have any weakness when we go into Hell. He will latch onto it and use it against us. You have to be strong now, John. Can you do that, for me, please?"