[Sherlock chuckles softly. He sounds almost amused. Well, he is - almost.]

Seems to happen more than just 'time to time' when I'm involved.

[Water under the bridge, isn't that the expression?]

I hold no expectations of you these days.

However I will make a request: In the future, be certain of your convictions and the words you us to taunt people. Because you know what John got out of those things you said to him? He got that the "dead body that everyone was standing around that Sherlock put there" was my own. A part of John will never forgive me for what I've done, because at the end of the day, he blamed himself for not saving me. And a part of me will never forgive you for putting that nagging sensation of doubt in John's mind.

[And that's really all Sherlock has to say. It's not so much a truce as drawing the boundary lines.]