I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very disruptive. When we first met you told me that disguise is always a self portrait. How true of you. The combination to your safe: your measurements but this, this is far more intimate. This is your heart and you should never let it rule your head. You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you worked so hard for but you just couldn’t resist it could you? I’ve always assumed love was a dangerous disadvantage, thank you for the final proof.
The heartbreak on Irene’s face is what really sells this scene to me. I know a lot of people are pissed that Irene lost against Sherlock because it deviates from the novels, but just stick it where the sun don’t shine, because I don’t want to hear it. It doesn’t make her weak, and it certainly doesn’t make Moffat sexist — he’s just a Sherlock fanboy; he can’t help it. Sometimes people need help, even women — I know, how dare they be human — and she was still able to outsmart Mycroft and countless men by faking her death…twice, thus proving she’s still a really strong, intelligent woman.
No, but Moffat’s a chauvinistic pig; how dare I see things like this!?