Meanwhile, Aiwass had also finished updating Sherlock, who was staying at the bishop's house, on the events of the past few days.
Learning from Aiwass that Minister Drost was dead, Sherlock momentarily felt somewhat at a loss.
"What? Got used to resting and don't want to go back?"
Seeing Sherlock's expression appearing somewhat depressed, Aiwass raised an eyebrow and consoled, "Why don't you just rest in peace then? I think it's quite good, considering the funeral's already been held."
"You'd be dead before I ever am."
Sherlock continued writing, his head lowered, responding coldly, "I don't argue with the sick. You should go to sleep first. If you want to fight, I'll wait until you're up."
I actually think you're more likely to kick the bucket than I am.
Aiwass thought to himself but didn't voice it aloud.
He stood up from his wheelchair and leaned in to see what Sherlock was writing.
