"You are the god of war," John said finally. "I just - I'm not sure whether or not that's a good thing. I've been to war, you know."
Sherlock looked rather amused. "I know."
"Yes. Yes. Of course you do." John didn't know how to say what he wanted to say without offending Sherlock. Offending gods was a bit not good, wasn't it? "War is not pretty."
"But you love war."
"I don't -" John stopped himself. No use getting worked up. And yes, he did love feeling useful and making a difference. That was not the important thing right now. "War is tragic and horrible. Innocent people suffer. People die."
"Yes," Sherlock agreed. "And you might not like that part of it. But you love the part where the not-so-innocent people suffer. And you practically live for the part where people don't die. I'm not all about death and suffering, you know."
"You're not?" John swallowed. "Right. I should have known that."
"How much do you really know about greek gods, John?"
"That you live on Mount Olympus? Only that - you obviously don't."
"Very good, John. Excellent deduction."
"I have read your article on wikipedia."
"Anything interesting?"
"You have a whole bunch of children. With an impressive list of different godesses." John scrolled down the screen.
"I do, don't I?"
"Even Aphrodite!"
"Yes. What wikipedia doesn't know, however, is that I also have a history with most of the male gods."
John looked up from the computer. "Right."
"Certainly you have learned that I am not very popular amongst the other Olympians."
"I might have read something to that account, yes. Shocking, really."
"Quite."
"But you're telling me that those two are related, right? That the reason the other gods don't like you is not because you cause war and violence, but because - because they are your spurned lovers, or something?"
"I have been told I can be irresistible." Sherlock moved in front of John.
John tried to laugh, but it sounded rather forced. "Yes. I - I can see that."
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Sherlock looked rather amused. "I know."
"Yes. Yes. Of course you do." John didn't know how to say what he wanted to say without offending Sherlock. Offending gods was a bit not good, wasn't it? "War is not pretty."
"But you love war."
"I don't -" John stopped himself. No use getting worked up. And yes, he did love feeling useful and making a difference. That was not the important thing right now. "War is tragic and horrible. Innocent people suffer. People die."
"Yes," Sherlock agreed. "And you might not like that part of it. But you love the part where the not-so-innocent people suffer. And you practically live for the part where people don't die. I'm not all about death and suffering, you know."
"You're not?" John swallowed. "Right. I should have known that."
"How much do you really know about greek gods, John?"
"That you live on Mount Olympus? Only that - you obviously don't."
"Very good, John. Excellent deduction."
"I have read your article on wikipedia."
"Anything interesting?"
"You have a whole bunch of children. With an impressive list of different godesses." John scrolled down the screen.
"I do, don't I?"
"Even Aphrodite!"
"Yes. What wikipedia doesn't know, however, is that I also have a history with most of the male gods."
John looked up from the computer. "Right."
"Certainly you have learned that I am not very popular amongst the other Olympians."
"I might have read something to that account, yes. Shocking, really."
"Quite."
"But you're telling me that those two are related, right? That the reason the other gods don't like you is not because you cause war and violence, but because - because they are your spurned lovers, or something?"
"I have been told I can be irresistible." Sherlock moved in front of John.
John tried to laugh, but it sounded rather forced. "Yes. I - I can see that."
"I am the father of Eros, you know."
John closed the laptop. "Right."
"And you do love war."