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Very boring up here.

No crimes in Heaven, apparently.

SH

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Met an angel called Castiel.

Was looking for a human body.

SH

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Have I told you about the Winchesters?

SH

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I miss you and your complaining horribly

SH

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Met Einstein! Was appalled at how little I knew about space.

SH

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John, your mother and father say ‘hello’.

SH

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I wish I could talk to you

SH

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God won’t let me visit Hell.

But I’m bored. There are bound to be murders there!

SH

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If you end up here anytime soon I may have to kill you

SH

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Still missing you horribly

SH

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Was told you got married. “Mary Morstran”.

A woman even I might admire. Good Job.

SH

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People keep finding me here. Say that I solved the crimes surrounding their deaths.

Keep thanking me.

Somewhat annoying.

SH

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Really, John? You named your son “Sherlock”?

Someone is getting too sentimental.

I’m touched.

SH

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Met Mycroft. I’m not surprised he’s here a bit early.

Still as annoying as ever.

I miss when you used to punch him for me.

SH

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You’ve become so good at writing.

I miss you.

SH

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There are so many things I should have said.

Down There.

SH

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Sorry

SH

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I miss you

SH

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I love you.

SH

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Won’t you hurry up?

SH

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Don’t come too quickly, though.

SH

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Met with Mummy.

She cried. I don’t understand it.

SH

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I love you

SH

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Being an old man doesn’t suit you.

You’re done fighting, John.

Come home.

SH

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Stubborn to the last, my John.

SH

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I love you anyway.

SH

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“Welcome home.”

~~Could you imagine one for MorMor, though?~~

You won’t believe this. Down here, there’s a statue dedicated to me! -JMx

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It’s not very boring, here, I have to say. -JMx

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They’re letting me torture people, Seb! It’s like a vacation resort! -JMx

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There’s a soldier down here, says he served in Kabul with you. -JMx

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Scratch that. Says you killed him in Kabul. Oops. Now I get the dishonourable discharge thing. -JMx

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The man in charge says he likes my Westwood. -JMx

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You really should stop drinking and smoking. I think it’s ruining your organs. Then again, that means you get here sooner. That being said, keep up the good work! -JMx

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Actually, scratch that last one. I forgot how good you looked in a sunset’s glow. -JMx

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Oh. It’s terminal. It’s only been a few years, Seb. I told you to cut that shit out. -JMx

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I always knew you could handle pain. I never knew that was only because I was there whenever it happened. -JMx

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I’m sorry you’re alone. I promise it’ll be over soon. It spreads quicker than you could ever imagine. -JMx

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Just close your eyes. -JMx

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“Stupid, simple tiger. You never did listen to me.”

NO

NO

NO

I WAS FREAKING NOT READY FOR FEELS. WHY DOESN’T SOMEONE JUST MAKE A MYSTRADE ONE AND KILL ME ALREADY.

Oh no. Why did you say it Curly? WHY? Now I feel obligated to kill you.

~~That came out wrong. Sort of.~~

I should have worn my vest. You were always nagging at me to do so. - GL

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It’s okay to cry, you know? Nobody would think less of you. - GL

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You’d like it up here, Mycroft. They run in properly. - GL

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A is worried about you. She isn’t the only one. - GL

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You need to get some decent coffee sent up here or something. For some reason even they can’t get it right. - GL

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You’re spending too much time at the office. You’ll kill yourself doing that. - GL

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I’m serious, Mycroft. You may be a Holmes but you’re a human first. - GL

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I finally found your brother today. He’s doing well. Don’t worry. I’ll look after him for you. Just like before. - GL

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You’ll give yourself a heart attack this way. - GL

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And you said grieving was a concept you didn’t understand. It’s been too long now though. Move on. I was only a bloody Yarder. - GL

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Please come and control your brother. He’s becoming too insufferable, even for me, and annoying Gabriel. Is that even possible? - GL

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I see you talked to Sally. Thank you. - GL

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I warned you. Didn’t I? A heart attack? You’re not ready yet. England still needs you down there. I think the Prime Minister nearly had a heart attack himself when he found out about you. It was amusing. Young thing looked so scared. - GL

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You’re back at work already? I could kill you. I can’t but I could. You’re meant to be resting, Mycroft. - GL

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Jesus. You really don’t care any more, do you? It’s not so great up here. Just please stop working so bloody hard. - GL

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You know working doesn’t heal the pain, right? - GL

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Oh now you’ve gone and bloody done it. I may be dead but I can still see you in that blasted hospital. - GL

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England doesn’t need you any more. I do. You can rest now, Mycroft. - GL

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“I always said you’d work yourself to death.”