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[ Assault is right, and it takes Sherlock longer than he would have liked to recollect himself.

The rush is -- incredible. Disorienting, numbing, but heightened.

And the high is far greater than anything else he has tried. It could easily become an addiction.

His gaze flares. The moment of hesitation -- he should be cautious, he shouldn't be so brash -- passes quickly. There is a possibility of seeing more.

He is driven by the urge to understand and is almost derailed by the question.]

What -- I'm fine -- [ not like cares much about that - about the daze, his head swimming. ] How much more?

[ hold on. The gears are turning: ] -- You're not human. [ he will perhaps, perhaps, accept the possibility now.

The fact that his world was turning upside down hasn't yet dawned on him. ]