[ The question focuses him, even as he takes a heavy kick that pushes him even further off of Sherlock. He tries to regain ground and reapply his arm, but Sherlock is right- his technique is terrible. Still, he does his best to persevere. The words are more important than the fight. ]

You were sure those were your own thoughts, weren't you? You trusted your mind not to betray you--

[ He pauses as he grunts with the effort of trying to keep Sherlock against the wall. ]

You took the ideas and made them yours, because at least then you were in control. Right? How is that different? Show me exactly how that's different from me!