Sherlock: You were wrong, you know. You do count. You've always counted, and I've always trusted you. But you were right. I'm not okay.

Molly: Tell me what's wrong.

Sherlock: Molly... I think I'm going to die.

Molly: What do you need?

Sherlock: If I wasn't everything you think I am - everything *I* think I am - would you still want to help me?

Molly: What do you need?

Sherlock: You.

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