"Well, original parts? Most of my head, spine, and ribs. That's about it, I believe. Everything else has been replaced." Sherlock found it both fascinating and somewhat existentially horrifying.
How much of him was left? Only a small part. He was rotting away, bit by bit, until his body was no longer his own. And he had to keep his precious head as safely intact as possible or else...but he was more than a hundred years old.
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"Well, original parts? Most of my head, spine, and ribs. That's about it, I believe. Everything else has been replaced." Sherlock found it both fascinating and somewhat existentially horrifying.
How much of him was left? Only a small part. He was rotting away, bit by bit, until his body was no longer his own. And he had to keep his precious head as safely intact as possible or else...but he was more than a hundred years old.