Gabriel. Gabriel. He heard his name, vaguely, through the agony that he was trying to push out of his mind. Turning his eyes slowly towards the sound, Gabriel blinked through the fog to see someone standing over him. What's wrong? What was wrong? The voice morphed, shifted until he finally recognized it, the air, dulcet tones of his mother lilting over the arm as he felt a hand reach out to comfort him.
What's wrong, dear? Are they all gone? Just like me? Did you kill them all, too?
"No... No, I..." Sylar stammered, tears welling up in his eyes.
You what? It was an accident? You know you don't have accidents. You're evil, heartless. You kill people on purpose with the want and desire to see them dead. Are you having an attack of conscious? Are you finally starting to care, or are you just afraid that you're going to get caught again?
"I didn't..."
All of this is your doing. I should have left you at that diner to die. If I had had any idea that you were going to turn out like that monster of a father of yours, I would have. You're no better than him, and you're going to end up alone just the same.
Gabriel tightened in on himself, a sob catching in himself throat as he jerked back as though the hand touching him was burning his skin. "You lie! YOU LIE! I'm nothing like him! I'm NOTHING..." Sylar was lashing out before he even knew it, throwing out his telekinesis to toss the figment of his mother away. "I'M NOTHING LIKE HIM!"