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читать дальшеIf you think about it.
Really think about it.
Sherlock was trying to tell John he was alive with this.
“Keep your eyes on me”
We all saw Sherlock fall, correct.
We all saw Sherlock die, correct.
So how come he isn’t dead?
Because we didn’t keep our eyes on him.
Because we didn’t see like he did.
Because we aren’t as clever or observant as he is.
And neither is John.
But in that last moment? Sherlock wanted John to see, to observe, to notice. He wanted John to know. He wanted him to know he wasn’t dead, that that wasn’t his cold lifeless body on the ground, that that he’s not lying rotting in a box under a headstone in a graveyard, that that is not him. That he is not dead. That he is still there for John. He gave him a clue, the cleverest, simplest, most honest thing he’s ever said to John - to keep his eyes on him. Just on the chance - the brief chance, the unlikely chance, the slim chance - that John would notice things. That John could know.
Yet he didn’t. Because nobody is as clever as that.
No body except Sherlock.