[Oh, he's tumbling alright. He lands roughly on his side and keeps rolling for bit more. Thaaat is definitely going to leave a bruise on his elbow and possibly his hip. Thanks Asougi.

Once he's come to a full stop, he sits himself up and watches the ongoing rampage through narrowed eyes. Is all of that raw power coming from his Essence? Sherlock doesn't have much experience with Asougi as a person; he only knows that many others care about him. Mikotoba, Naruhodou, Susato... His real father too, probably. If they could see what he's been reduced to, it would surely make them sad. But none of those people are in this place right now, Sherlock is pretty sure. It's only him.

So he scrambles back to his feet and takes a few steps closer.]

Mr. Asougi. As a detective, I know more than anyone that the truth may be a fierce, painful thing. It can give birth to wounds which will never heal and it can blind someone to their surroundings. The moment you surrender yourself to that pain is the moment you may lose some of your own integrity, bit by bit, until there is nothing left of the person you once were. No matter how harsh the truth, you must rise above it.