“Because the one person he thought didn’t matter at all to me was the one person that mattered the most.”
or the times sherlock proved molly matters
PS, I know you two. And if I’m gone, I know what you could become. Because I know who you really are. A junky who solves crimes to get high. And the doctor who never came home from the war.
Will you listen to me? Who you really are, it doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legend. The stories, the adventures.
There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope.When all else fails, there are two men sitting arguing in a scruffy flat like they’ve always been there, and they always will.
The best and wisest men I have ever known.
My Baker Street boys.
Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson.
Sherlock: Molly, please, without asking why, just say these words.
Molly: What words?
Sherlock: I love you…
Molly: …I can’t say that, I can’t I can’t say that to you…
Sherlock: …Why?
Molly: Because because it’s true. Because it’s true, Sherlock. It’s always been true.
Sherlock: Well, if it’s true, just say it anyway.
Molly: You bastard!
Sherlock: Say it anyway.
Molly: You say it. Go on. You say it first.
Sherlock: What?
Molly: Say it. Say it like you mean it…
You fail to connect actions to their consequences.
“I’m The Doctor, I will save all your lives and when I do, you will spend the rest of them wondering who I was” ▬ The Doctor [x]