I hate you

"Sentiments, Sherlock, sentiments. How many times have I warned you about this?"

"I'm not being sentimental!"

"Yes you are. This is your way of saying "I don't have friends", "Nobody loves me"."

"It is not!"

"Then why do you care? What does it matter whether it is in your essence or purely contingent?"

Mycroft still remembered the pallor of Sherlock's knuckles as he clenched his fists, and the daggers in his eyes.

"I hate you!"

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