What do people do?

Really?

They are born. They live. They die. Yes.

Some people are destined to take on the world and make it all right. To catch the bad guys. To run with danger and come out ahead. To be so very clever.

Some people are there to remind people that they are not so clever and any weakness is going to cost them dear. If you have a heart then it can be burnt out of you.

Some people are just there to remind people how very dull life would be if you never loved. If you never cared.

Which one has the greater value?

Which one would you be?

Perhaps there are shades of grey. Where the man who could be good or bad is only good because someone who can only be good is with him. A man who places his last moments amongst the living down on the table and says deal.

The man who can only be bad is only bad because no one has ever held him, or saved him, or told him he's an idiot.

And the man in the middle is nothing, but everything. The man in the middle is John Watson.

And only John Watson can save them both.

What people do, and what they actually mean to do, are two very different things.