Sherlock stumbled back a bit, falling into his chair with a grunt.

He had been stupid and prideful and now he had lost John forever.

Or... had he?

"If he is the decedent of Ares, and he was a demi god... will.... he get old and die?

He held his chest, where his heart would have been, if he had one.

"I felt it.. when he became mortal." He was speaking to himself as much as Greg. "It felt like part of me was being... burnt away.. it's empty now, I have a hole inside of me."