"What did I do?" He snapped, more in her direction than actually at her, because he can't figure out how the Capitol would know, how they would think to bring her, above Lestrade, above Mrs Hudson. A despair fills him then, that this is just the start - that they'll keep bringing everyone he cares about just to see him break. He had been so careful, so careful, but he must have pushed it too far in the arena, they must have seen him getting too curious again...

The rage makes his hands shake because the rage is easier to compute than despair, and he doesn't remove his grip from her arms.

"What day is it." He finally snaps. "What day was it, that you last remember? Where was I?"