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[ It was hard to really look around when Peter seemed so singularly pained by it all. He seemed to hurt just by being here, knotting his hands in his hair and looking up. It was clearly difficult for Peter to turn and look at him, and so his gaze skittered past, never once falling on Sylar for long enough, it seemed, to actually take it in.

If they'd been here before, together, then it must be strange for him. Actually looking at him would bring back memories--he only wished they brought back his memories. ]

I don't remember.

[ It could have been worse. Cold heat. Radiation-- ]

We don't have to be here if it's difficult for you, Peter.

[ Seeing him hurt stung deeper than Sylar knew. It was deep, cutting into him, even though he didn't really know why it hurt so much. ]