[ He closes his eyes for a long, hard minute at the announcement. Three bodies.
How long could they keep this up? How long could he keep this up?
But he pushes past his swimming thoughts, the nausea that threatens to stop him in his tracks. If he stays still too long, he'll lose his sense of purpose. ]
We have to find who did this.
[ No shit, Sherlock! But all the same, it bears repeating. ]
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How long could they keep this up? How long could he keep this up?
But he pushes past his swimming thoughts, the nausea that threatens to stop him in his tracks. If he stays still too long, he'll lose his sense of purpose. ]
We have to find who did this.
[ No shit, Sherlock! But all the same, it bears repeating. ]