"I wasn't referring to the complaining so much as the being here to do it, but no. Sorry, Sherlock, but no. There's no way you can be the same man as the one I just saw killed. I know death, alright? I've seen enough of it, and..."

He trailed off, uselessly. What difference did it make if he believed it or not? The unbelievable was all he really had to go on.

"So what do we do?" he asked eventually, setting his shoulders square.