No, I'm Sherlock Holmes, for whatever good that does me. I'm still a defect compared to the rest.

[ You still fight so desperately against this truth. But you feel it too, yes? Yes?! You aren't fooling me!

Sherlock slumps, bowing his head. He could stop feeling like this. All he needs to do is attack those who would hurt him. He could finally make it all stop if he just surrendered to these urges. ]

A Holmes who has lost his grip. I am no use to anyone anymore and can only be a danger to others now.

[ You're only a danger to yourself. This isn't who you are. Trust me. Trust yourself. ]

Shut up! Don't lie with his voice!

[ Come on, Sherry, concentrate. How can anyone use my voice when only you can hear me? Well, besides the good doctor maybe, but that's only because we're both dashingly handsome blokes with similar voices and faces. I'm just popping out for a short bit until you can get out of your own head. ]

Whatever you're going to do to me, do it quick before I make you regret it, Noah.