Were it within her ability to summon her wand at that moment, Sylar would have been very sorry indeed for mishandling the Lady Malfoy. She said nothing until he had left her go, gently rubbing at where he had grabbed her. "Rest assured had Edric been here you wouldn't need to worry about this," she hissed, shoving the image from her face and adding, "Because you wouldn't even have eyes to see it with anymore. I do not take kindly to demands, Mr Sylar, but yes, yes I will help you with your little whore."
Smirking, she pulled her wand from the folds of her skirts and aimed it at Sylar's head. "Mind you, it may not be exactly what you were hoping for? OBLIVATE!"
Any memory of Sylar was, from that moment forward, erased. He would not recall his murderous desire for Claire, nor the countless other he'd killed since his change. He would only remember his alliance with the Lady Malfoy and elder Nott, that he needed to befriend this Claire, and his name; Gabriel Grey.
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