"You're not a virgin" the man doesn't break his gaze, despite the decades-honed stare that Sherlock gives him.

"That is of no concern."

"You know what will happen."

Sherlock scoffs and waves his hand.

The man's face becomes flushed born from rage "you would condemn someone you proclaim to love to that?"

"I need to see him!"

"Look at a photo, read his blog, remeber him!"

"It's not enough!"

The man shakes his head "he died for nothing. You haven't changed, you care nothing for him"

Sherlock lunges forward and presses John's gun to to the man's head.

The man laughs "kill me, yes. Discrace him in name, in body, in soul. Condemn him. For yourself. All for y-"

Blood and bone. The sound of a bullet, a body crashing to the ground. They merge and become the theme song to Sherlock grabbing the candle.