[Throughout the last several lines of questioning, Watson has been pretty... Well. Not great.
His knuckles have gone dead white, clutching the podium for dear life. He's looking steadily down, and his breathing is ragged, but his voice is still eerily calm, as if he's putting every last scrap of himself into facing this situation with some sort of dignity.]
... Forgive me. With all the facts laid out before me... I understand now. It's all quite- quite elementary, my dear-
Ah.
[His breath quickens. There's something horrible and painful about the way his face twists.]
If I had known then what I have realized now... I would have spoken up a long time ago.
The Quintessential English Gentleman.
His knuckles have gone dead white, clutching the podium for dear life. He's looking steadily down, and his breathing is ragged, but his voice is still eerily calm, as if he's putting every last scrap of himself into facing this situation with some sort of dignity.]
... Forgive me. With all the facts laid out before me... I understand now. It's all quite- quite elementary, my dear-
Ah.
[His breath quickens. There's something horrible and painful about the way his face twists.]
If I had known then what I have realized now... I would have spoken up a long time ago.
[Listen up, my friends, and let me spin you a tale... If you but close your eyes, and deny the truth right in front of you, then perhaps this will all be a little story at a late night sleepover.]