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[herrin]

( damn, if she wasn't playing a game right now she would have switched to voice immediately - but that would only make apparent her distress and raise uncomfortable questions, such as "why do you care?". )

How?

[seesobserves]

Conventional wisdom would say 'a bullet.' Considering it occurred during a rash of mass hallucination, however, I wouldn't bet on conventional wisdom.

[herrin]

You weren't there?

( it just got worse, then. )

Do you believe another traveller killed him?

[seesobserves]

Unlikely.

[Someone more given to philosophizing would wonder whether an imaginary bullet that still causes injury can actually count as a bullet. Sherlock doesn't have time for that sort of mental gymnastics.

But she does still need to understand.]

Did you experience any hallucinations yourself?

[herrin]

Yes.

( and that is as much as she is willing to offer on the matter. her hallucinations did not bear repeating; they were personal and hers alone to keep. she would like that much to be private, given that her earlier visions had not been. )

That was what killed him?

[seesobserves]

Yes.

[Just that word, for a very long moment. Your move.]

[herrin]

Did he give you any more detail than that?

[seesobserves]

[The audio flips on.]

Didn't have to give me any details. I was there.

Afghanistan, or a facsimile. He ran for cover, I went to see what was happening. When he reached for me, we were both there. In an instant.

He was shot. Pulse gone – [An odd beat there, like he was going to add something else, but elected not to.] – a few hours later, after the hallucination faded, there he was. As well as if nothing had occurred.

[herrin]

( he blinked first, then. sighing, she turns her audio on as well, focusing on his voice as a means of determining exactly how upset he was. )

Has he spoken to you about it since then?

[seesobserves]

[Still waters. Sherlock's voice is low and tight, but he's had some time to at least start internalizing this.]

About dying?

[herrin]

( a sigh cuts the feed. )

Yes.

[seesobserves]

Of course he spoke about it. People aren't coming back from the dead every day.

[herrin]

( she resists the urge to sigh again. did he always have to be so difficult? )

And? What did he have to say?

[seesobserves]

[A breath's worth of silence from him as well. This is one of those times he doesn't fully understand the point of the questions being asked.]

He said that it was his first time, that nothing had changed, and the natives treated him well after he was revived.

Also that things can change for people who've gone through the process. Although normally not the first time.

ok, maybe i'm not ready to let go of this tag yet.

[herrin]

( he doesn't have to get the point. she'll explain.. in time. )

Do you believe him?

sob

[seesobserves]

No reason not to.

double sob

[herrin]

He dies, or is killed, and you're content to believe that he's perfectly all right?

( her voice is pleasant enough, as though she was just pointing out the weather. inwardly, she wondered that any man so smart could be so thick. )

[seesobserves]

I'm satisfied believing he's physically all right because he said as much. If you're concerned with his mental well-being, you can always ask him yourself.

[herrin]

Why bother, when I can get such detailed answers from you?

( sarcasm, obviously. )

He lives with you. You are much better equipped than I am to worry about his mental wellbeing.