[ The response was automatic, a cracking of words that seemingly appeared from the dusky thin air, bright as they were miserable; reminiscent. Peter was still just as awash with confusion as Sylar was, but for entirely different reasons. Sylar couldn't remember, and therefore Peter couldn't ask what had happened. There was no way for him to find out either, for him to know which way was up, for him to help bring back the man he loved, but for what? So that he could bring back a killer?
No matter his hesitations, Peter was still the one that held at least one of the keys.
Scuffing his feet on the ground, Peter glanced back out towards the surrounding buildings, staring in exactly the direction Nathan had appeared from. So that they could save the world. ]
Nathan. My brother. He was here before you showed up again, and now he's gone. But back then, right here, I was going to explode. Claire was going to kill me because that was the only way to stop it. And then Nathan showed up, helped us save the world because we were the only ones that could. You couldn't yet, because you--
[ You were a monster. Peter couldn't say it, not only because he couldn't ruin Gabriel, but because he was just as bad. He'd almost become worse. Peter turned around and stared back at the man who so desperately wanted answers to who he was, answers that Peter didn't want to give. Brow furrowing, there were pieces that Peter was starting to see. Things that didn't fit quite right together but should have. That were only helping to further distort his view, make things even harder to understand.
But he still had to explain these pieces first. ]
When I said explode, I meant go nuclear. [ Curling one hand into a fist, he let his fingers pop open, giving off a tiny burst of agitated, nuclear energy. ] It's one of my abilities, and I couldn't control it.
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[ The response was automatic, a cracking of words that seemingly appeared from the dusky thin air, bright as they were miserable; reminiscent. Peter was still just as awash with confusion as Sylar was, but for entirely different reasons. Sylar couldn't remember, and therefore Peter couldn't ask what had happened. There was no way for him to find out either, for him to know which way was up, for him to help bring back the man he loved, but for what? So that he could bring back a killer?
No matter his hesitations, Peter was still the one that held at least one of the keys.
Scuffing his feet on the ground, Peter glanced back out towards the surrounding buildings, staring in exactly the direction Nathan had appeared from. So that they could save the world. ]
Nathan. My brother. He was here before you showed up again, and now he's gone. But back then, right here, I was going to explode. Claire was going to kill me because that was the only way to stop it. And then Nathan showed up, helped us save the world because we were the only ones that could. You couldn't yet, because you--
[ You were a monster. Peter couldn't say it, not only because he couldn't ruin Gabriel, but because he was just as bad. He'd almost become worse. Peter turned around and stared back at the man who so desperately wanted answers to who he was, answers that Peter didn't want to give. Brow furrowing, there were pieces that Peter was starting to see. Things that didn't fit quite right together but should have. That were only helping to further distort his view, make things even harder to understand.
But he still had to explain these pieces first. ]
When I said explode, I meant go nuclear. [ Curling one hand into a fist, he let his fingers pop open, giving off a tiny burst of agitated, nuclear energy. ] It's one of my abilities, and I couldn't control it.