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[logicals]

Sherlock Holmes, as you all know, is dead. The investigation so far confirms that it wasn't suicide, and that a significant struggle had happened. There's data that suggests the scarf was used as a device for strangulation; it would not have been pleasant on his part. You may want to think of his passing as something serene and easy, but to drown is to suffer a sententious amount of strain and desperation.

The case is on going, however, and any and all updates of information will be kept on my spare communicator.

Mourn all you like, Tranquility, but don't make the mistake of confusing me with the man lying dead poolside up. I may share the same face, the same name and the same mannerisms as him, but the difference should be obvious, especially after certain events have transpired. I am not the man you have lost, I am but a duplicate. It shouldn't have to be said, but some people have taken to treating me as though I am the man in question. I am not.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. I'll do my best to answer any and all, provided they're worth the response.
SH

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[redhotsummers]

Easy to lose yourself after a while, if you're not careful.

[In the new identity--he forced his code name on himself, to make it easier to tell them apart, if they didn't pay attention to the scars, the different way they had held themselves.

But now it felt like a burden; a loss of self.]

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[logicals]

I managed to divorce my own identify from his, if only by using the fact that I have separate memories from his own.

Though I do understand what you mean.
SH

_{[ He didn't realise how hard it would be to stare down at your own corpse. ]}

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[redhotsummers]

Just because you were, doesn't mean others were.

Or will.

They'll still compare you to the dead one.

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[logicals]

There's nothing to compare, beyond the fact that one still breathes and one doesn't.
SH

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[redhotsummers]

If you really believe that, you're an idiot.

[Because there is always something to compare.]

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[logicals]

There might have been once. There isn't now.
SH