[ He wished he could read Peter's mind - and perhaps he could if he wanted to, but he had no right to - and simply pluck out what he was so afraid of and inspect it, find the right answer to give him. He didn't know what Peter was so afraid of, he simply knew that he was, that it was holding him back somehow.
Quietly he considered the other man, but it didn't last for long. He moved back toward him, remembering...
Bright light, and Peter standing helpless in the middle of the plaza, everyone around them standing back in horror, understanding but unable to act against what they saw. There was a blonde girl standing nearby, gun in hand, and he stepped toward her. She looked at him with wet eyes.
Sylar's step faltered, his eyes closed, just for a moment. ]
You saved the cheerleader so that we could save the world.
[ But that wasn't it. They felt like his words, but they weren't spoken in his voice. Someone else had said them, hadn't they? He opened his eyes again, looking up to Peter helplessly, like those ghosts of people who stood around in his memories. Were they even his memories? His head was hurting. ]
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Quietly he considered the other man, but it didn't last for long. He moved back toward him, remembering...
Bright light, and Peter standing helpless in the middle of the plaza, everyone around them standing back in horror, understanding but unable to act against what they saw. There was a blonde girl standing nearby, gun in hand, and he stepped toward her. She looked at him with wet eyes.
Sylar's step faltered, his eyes closed, just for a moment. ]
You saved the cheerleader so that we could save the world.
[ But that wasn't it. They felt like his words, but they weren't spoken in his voice. Someone else had said them, hadn't they? He opened his eyes again, looking up to Peter helplessly, like those ghosts of people who stood around in his memories. Were they even his memories? His head was hurting. ]
I have to understand. I need to know.