Never know what I've become.The king of all that's said and done.The forgotten son.[...]And now I've been gone for so long .I can't remember who was wrong. All innocence is long gone. I pledge allegiance to a world of disbelief where I belong. A walking disaster. The son of all bastards. You regret you made me It's too late to save me.As far as where I fell. Maybe I'm better off dead.. Am I at the end of nowhere Is this as good as it gets?
Neilson: Mr. Archer, at the count of three, shoot Doctor Watson. John: What?! Sherlock: I don’t have the code. Neilson: One. Sherlock: I don’t know the code. Neilson: Two. Sherlock: She didn’t tell me. I don’t know it! Neilson: I’m prepared to believe you any second now. Three. Sherlock: No, stop!