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Kate Bennet ([info]livingonlove) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2010-06-13 23:37:00

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Entry tags:!@event, !closed, gabriel 'sylar' gray, kate bennet

WHO: Kate Bennet and Gabriel "Sylar" Gray
WHAT: Sylar offered to tell Kate everything about her husband. She declined. He insisted.
WHEN: Not long after this.
WHERE: Kate's apartment
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Kate had a headache. A pounding that had begun in her temples shortly after her arrival in this bizarre city and had since developed into a throbbing behind her eyes that made her want to cry and scream at the same time. However she didn't do either. Instead she calmly put down her PDA and made her way from the living room of the apartment she'd apparently been given, to the kitchen. After pouring herself a glass of water, she stood at the sink and stared at the blank wall in front of her for a few moments. While standing there, she tried not to think of anything at all. Especially any of the things she'd just been told by either Noah or the man known as Sylar.

She failed. Rather epically, in fact.

A few minutes later she gave up and simply accepted the fact that this wasn't something she could just put out of her mind. It was all too much, too fast, and while it was completely overwhelming it had also sparked within her a curiosity that was so strong it was almost tangible. Her own apparent death aside, as well as the discovery that there were people who could do things that no one should be capable of doing, she couldn't seem to shake the urge to find out everything she could about the man her husband had become. She knew that she would probably regret it. Noah had said himself that he had done things he wasn't proud of, things she couldn't like. Sylar had certainly confirmed that fact, and then some. However, Kate couldn't help it. She was a naturally curious person and, considering less than an hour earlier she would have sworn she knew Noah Bennet as well as she knew herself, she felt an almost compulsion to make that a truth once more.

She was waiting, though. Waiting for Noah to agree to meet somewhere so they could talk. She didn't care where they met - although she would admit that she had a slight preference to either this apartment or his as it offered privacy that they both would likely need - she just hoped it would be soon. Not just because of the things she wanted to ask, either. Because she was alone, in a strange city, and she was frightened. She didn't want to be alone. She wanted to be with the man that she loved. If they were back home, she would have sought him out by now. Kate was hardly the type to just sit around and wait for someone to come to her. And the only reason she wasn't doing that here was because, well, she didn't know where to find him.

That didn't mean she had to just sit in her apartment though, she realized a few seconds later. Her gaze flickered back to the device she'd been given by the knights in the library and she frowned in thought. Technically speaking Noah couldn't find her either. However with the PDA, they could stay in contact. So she didn't have to hang around and drive herself half-nuts with nothing to do but think about things. She could go out. Explore the city a bit, get her mind off of her troubles. She doubted there was much that would manage that, of course, but she decided it wouldn't hurt to try. And with that thought she was heading to the door to do just that... only to find herself face to face with perhaps the last person in all of Colligo that she wanted to see.


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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-14 05:39 am UTC (link)
"I will," Sylar said, slipping past her and towards the kitchen. Just because she didn't want any tea didn't mean that he wasn't going to make some. He hardly wanted to be cruel about this. There was just some things that he wanted to get across that he knew Bennet would protest or leave out, and since she seemed hardly willing to listen to him at a distance. Well, he had to take things into his own hands. "When I'm good and ready to," He said, looking at her over his shoulder. "Are you sure that you don't want anything? I'm a decent cook."

And perfectly sane, thank you very much. He could control himself when he needed to, be selective about his victims when it got to be too much. Just because he killed people did not make him a bad guy. And he could prove it.

"Though, I suppose you're not in the craving stages yet," He said as he went through the cabinets to find everything that he needed to make some tea. "You can't be more than six weeks or so along."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-14 06:00 am UTC (link)

As he moved to the kitchen, Kate followed after him. She wasn't sure why. If she was smart, she'd be trying to find some way to escape. However she knew that her door was essentially useless at this point and she couldn't very well jump off the balcony. He had her PDA and screaming for help just seemed really, really stupid. So she was stuck there with him and figured that humoring him was probably the best way to handle things for the time being.

Watching from the doorway as he rummaged through her cabinets, she frowned lightly as he commented on how far along she was. "How did you know that?" she asked as she stepped into the kitchen and opened the cabinet that held the tea pot. She silently held it out for him to take, a hesitant yet slightly curious expression on her face.

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-14 06:18 am UTC (link)
Sylar touched the side of his head slightly before turning back to her, a vague thankful expression in his eyes as he took the teapot, "Thanks," He said, having been able to find the teabag. "And I can see it," He said, the knobs on the stove turning seemingly of their own volition as he laid the teabags down on the counter and filled up the teapot from the sink. "It's a bit complicated to explain, really, but my mind is...wired differently from most people's," He said, crossing over to the stove when the pot was full, settling it down on the stove as he extended a finger, letting out a very small spark and lighting the burner. The knob turned the temperature back down on its own as he turned back to the teabags.

"Which is probably a bit obvious at the moment," He said, looking back at her with a sheepish smile, as if he didn't realize what he was doing. "It gets to a point, after awhile, that you just get so used to doing things like this that it becomes second nature."

Tying up the teabag and dropping them into the pot, Sylar placed the lid on it so that it would hold them in as he turned back to the fridge. "Are you sure that you don't want a sandwich or something? They more than provide when it comes to the newcomers, so you've probably got just about anything that you could want in here," He said, opening the door.

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-14 06:42 am UTC (link)

Kate opened her mouth to ask how he could see how far along she was, but the knobs moving on the stove made the words stick in her throat. Her heart skipped a beat and she took a step back toward the doorway. Her gaze flickered from the stove, to him, as he explained how he was 'wired differently'. No kidding, she thought distantly, only to clamp a hand over her mouth and move a few steps out of the kitchen when he lit the stove with a spark from his finger.

The sheepish smile was met with an expression that was only haphazardly neutral at best. Her eyes were still wide and, although her hand had since fallen away from her mouth, her lips were pressed together tightly in an effort to keep her jaw from dropping. She resembled someone who looked as though that had just received a terrible scare and was doing their best to pretend otherwise. She shook her head quickly - a little too quickly, really - at the offer for food. Drawing in a breath to try to calm herself, she finally spoke.

"There's no Chinese in there," she said by way of explanation. Despite the surreality of the situation, she felt almost compelled to elaborate a bit. "That's what I was planning on having for dinner, before I showed up here, and it's the only thing that really sounds appetizing right now."

Pausing for a moment, Kate asked, despite herself, "So what sorts of things can you... do?" Her tone was the same quasi-curious one as before, although she made no attempt to move back into the kitchen again.

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-14 07:00 am UTC (link)
"That's easily fixed," Sylar said as he looked through the fridge. "There's plenty of things in here to make a meal that would be an approximation. It would hardly be takeout, but it would be close," He said, glancing back at her with a slightly curious expression to see whether she agreed or not. It was clear to them that he'd given her quite a bit of a shock, but it was what he had been hoping for. She might have been unbalanced, but seeing the abilities in a normal setting might temper whatever fear she might have developed of them because of the situation.

"And I'm a little different from most people," He said, fishing out a few things that would go well together. "I can do about eighteen different things. Most people can only do one," He said. "My own ability," He said, setting out the items on the kitchen counter as he started going through them, "allows me to understand things, including others' abilities."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-14 07:17 am UTC (link)

Surreal, Kate decided, didn't even come close to describing this situation. She honestly wasn't sure how to describe it. However if someone had told her that she was going to have a man who apparently killed people, standing in her kitchen, offering to fix her Chinese food while chatting about super powers that he literally possessed, she would have thought they were crazy. Idly she wondered if maybe she was crazy and this whole thing - the city, Noah being twenty plus years older, Sylar, all of it -= was some delusion or hallucination or something.

She knew that wasn't the case of course. Or if it was there wasn't anything she could do about it besides just go along and wait for it to run its course. However she also was finding it difficult to react as she normally would because, well, this was not a normal situation.

"You don't seem like a cold blooded killer."

In retrospect, Kate had to admit out of anything and everything she could have said, that was probably one of the worst things to pick. It wasn't at all on topic and it wasn't very nice. Although it was certainly true as far as she was concerned. She had expected a veritable monster, the way Noah had described him. But she still felt a twinge of guilt at having just blurted the comment out.

Frowning slightly, she shook her head and moved back into the kitchen almost without thinking about it. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "That was rude. I don't know why I said that." She bit absently at her lower lip for a second before adding, "So you said about eighteen different things. Does that mean you don't even know how many, exactly, you have?"

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-14 07:45 am UTC (link)
"Because it's true?" Sylar suggested, a slight chuckle echoing out of his throat as he sorted through the draws, finding a knife and moving to cut up the vegetables that he'd found. "I hardly set out to end up what I did," He said, frowning to himself. "It was really just a matter of...unfortunately circumstances that collided and compounded to the point that I wasn't able to restrain myself," He said. "I can't say I'm proud of what I've done. I'm not, but it is what is is."

Pushing the small piles of vegetables to the corner of the cutting board as he shifted through them, Sylar glanced back over his shoulder at the teapot to check to see how far along it was before turning his attention back to Kate, "And pretty much," He said. "There are 18 that I know of, but with the way that my ability can work... Well, it is possible that I can do other things as well and just aren't aware of them yet."

"Most of my abilities aren't dangerous, though," He said, looking up at her with a slight smile. "And none of them are dangerous if I don't want them to be."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-14 08:06 am UTC (link)

"Why would you want to use them in a way that would hurt others?" Kate questioned quietly. She leaned lightly against the counter and watched him cut up the vegetables for a moment. When she peered back up at him she was once again frowning thoughtfully. "Why not help people, instead?"

It seemed the most obvious answer to her. Granted she knew she was a bit idealistic in her views of the world. She certainly believed that there was good in everyone and she most definitely didn't understand anyone ever needing to really harm another. If no one ever took that first proverbial swing, there would never be a need for retribution or even self defense. As far as Kate was concerned it was all rather simple even if she understood that things would probably never work that way.

Absently rubbing at the back of her neck a bit, she let her gaze fall to the ground. Her headache had spread from behind her eyes to the base of her skull. Stifling a soft sigh, she looked back to Sylar. "Noah said he shared some of the blame for you becoming a killer, which doesn't..." She trailed off and shook her head, clearing her throat before asking instead, "What did he mean by that?"

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-14 08:18 am UTC (link)
"Because I made it make sense to me," Sylar said, his voice going vaguely quiet for a moment. It was a lot more complicated than that, but it was so hard to explain to someone who didn't really have a basic understanding. He'd tried to do so with Elle, but he didn't want to think about that too much. Even if that was perhaps the only way that he could explain it to the point that it would be understood. "My ability makes me...want to do things that I know that I shouldn't do, presses down on me in a way that an addiction would until it's next to impossible to resist it," Sylar paused as he finished off the vegetables, setting the knife down on the counter as he turned to get a pan, knowing that he had left himself open to her grabbing the knife and threatening him to go free.

But he expected that she wouldn't, not with the impression that he had made.

"The Company that Noah worked for tracked people with abilities, studied them," He said. "The first time I hurt someone... Well, I attracted their attention," He said. "I was frightened, guilty, worried what I might do again and struggling to find some way to keep myself from doing it. Unfortunately, the assignment that they settled Noah with amounted to basically forcing me to kill again," He said. "And once I was pushed over that edge... Well, it eventually became simpler to rationalize what I was doing than try and fight against it."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-14 08:31 am UTC (link)

Kate's gaze slid briefly to the knife but she never really entertained the thought of trying to use it. Not only was the thought of intentionally hurting someone else a very foreign one to her but she knew that she likely wouldn't get very far. All she would probably succeed in was making him angry and that didn't seem like a very smart thing to do. Plus there was the added fact that, thus far, he hadn't done anything to hurt her.

So instead she focused on what he was saying. By the time he'd finished, however, she was almost more confused than before. "Why would they want you to kill again?" she wondered, not really expecting him to have an answer. The teapot began whistling loudly and she absently turned to the stove to take care of it.

"I thought this Company dealt with threats, not encouraged them," she tacked on, glancing over her shoulder at Sylar. "What sort of organization would want someone out there, hurting people?" And furthermore, why had Noah agreed to work for them if that was the case? It just didn't make any sense.

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-14 08:42 am UTC (link)
"Because killing the first person was how I got this," Sylar said, turning back around and holding out the pan before letting go of it, the pan floating in the air for a moment before crossing over to the cutting board, all of the vegetables floating into it before both crossed to the stove. "And power transfer is extremely rare. People who can do more than one thing are a rare commodity," He said, shaking his head as he opened the fridge and pulled out the meat to start on the next part of the dish.

"Even if it meant getting rid of a few people, I would have been useful to them. Unfortunately, the plan backfired, and instead, I snapped and decided I would rather go on a national killing spree. Then, I became a problem for them. And Noah will probably go right back to trying to kill me after he finds out about this. Not that I can entirely blame him."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-14 08:55 am UTC (link)

She didn't know why she hadn't put two and two together before. Now that he'd all but spelled it out for her, Kate realized that there had been more than enough hints for her to figure it out herself. Yet that still didn't stop her from feeling a bit sucker punched at the realization of just how he got his abilities. Distantly she realized that the sucked punched feeling might also somehow be tied to the rather blatant reminder of what her own killer had been able to do, but she didn't focus on that fact for long. Instead she sucked in a sharp breath of air and asked in a horrified tone a question whose answer she already knew.

"You take someone's ability by killing them?" Going still, she thought over everything he'd said thus far and shook her head a bit. Continuing to speak before he could answer, she tried to sort through it all to see if she could figure it out. "But, you said that you weren't sure how many abilities you had. If you did have to do that to get one, surely you'd remember, wouldn't you?"

With another shake of her head, she admitted, "I don't understand." After a brief pause she added, "And I'm sorry but I really just can't envision Noah doing the things you've both said he's done, so I'm not even sure how to comment on that."

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-14 09:09 am UTC (link)
"See, that's how it gets complicated," Sylar said, pausing for a moment to get down a cup and picked up the teapot, pouring out a cup and holding it out to her. "You sit down. I've got this," He said, offering her a very light smile.

"With my ability," He continued after turning the fire on under the vegetables and stirring them a bit, adding some oil to keep them from burning, "I don't have to kill. It just makes me want to," He said, sighing softly. "It's a quick and dirty way to reach the sort of understanding that it wants," He said, shaking his head. "But if I speak to someone," He said, pausing. "Get to know them and make a connection with them, it works just the same," He paused. "Unfortunately, I didn't find that out until about a year too late."

He crossed back over to the counter to cut up the rest of the meat. "Of course, the damage had already been done, as far as it went, and even when I tried to change after finding that out... He doesn't see us as people, you see," Gabriel said, looking up at her. "We're tools to him, or potential threats, or both. No matter how much I wanted to change, he preferred to try and find ways to kill me than help. And I guess it makes sense now."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-15 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Kate took the cup of tea without even really thinking about it. She didn't smile back but she wasn't frowning either. Turning, she moved to one of the stools near the bar. Once settled, she took a sip of her tea then set it on the counter in front of her.

"Didn't you try to kill his daughter, as well as most of her biological family?" she asked evenly. She wasn't sure what else to say. This all was so new to her. Just that morning, she'd been worried Noah wouldn't be happy to learn she was pregnant. Now she was drinking tea and about to eat stir-fry cooked by a man who admitted he had killed people using abilities that were so out of this world she couldn't even wrap her mind around them.

She knew that part of Noah's issue with this man likely stemmed from her own death at the hands of someone like him. She couldn't blame her husband for that. She might not agree but if the situation were reversed she couldn't swear she wouldn't feel exactly the same way.

Kate took another sip of her tea then peered down into the murky liquid. "You have to understand where I'm coming from," she said as she looked back to Sylar. "The Noah I know..." She smiled slightly and gave a faint laugh. She shook her head.

"He couldn't harm a fly. He couldn't lie. The man you're describing is just as much of a stranger to me as you are." She took another sip of her tea. "That doesn't mean I don't believe you," she added. "I do. But I really don't know what you're hoping to accomplish by telling me because, to me, he's still just... Noah."

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-15 06:12 pm UTC (link)
"I did, and succeeded with a fair few of them," Sylar said, shaking his head. "But that was a different matter, really. I was half out of my mind when I went after Claire the first time. The second was just a matter of completing unfinished business, and I'm being quite honest when I say I was relieved when she didn't die. Meredith was really just a victim of circumstance, and Nathan..." Sylar paused, his features darkening for a moment as a hint of the brutality and vengefulness that he was keeping well masked leaking out. "I still say Nathan deserved it, no matter how many people might protest the idea. He ended up getting far more people killed with his purposeful incompetence and inconsiderate self-loathing than I ever laid a hand to."

Sylar took a slow, deep breath, composing himself as he turned his attention back to what he'd been doing, the work refocusing his mind from the rage inducing tangent and getting him back on track, "And I don't know what I'm trying to accomplish. Perhaps put across that there are two sides to every story. I know how he paints me, how he can and how he has, and I suppose I could have provided the alternative without practically forcing my way in and locking the door. But I've found that...well, most of the time, people don't listen to me if I'm not...direct."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-17 02:38 am UTC (link)

Kate stared at him with an unreadable expression upon her face. She gripped her tea cup and forced herself to take a sip. It tasted bitter on her tongue but she swallowed, hard, before casting her eyes back upon him. "Two wrongs don't make it right," she stated simply. Setting her cup down, she laced her fingers and rested her palms on the counter.

"Okay, so what is your side?" she asked directly. Her gaze was unflinching as she stared at him. "You're here. I can't force you to leave. Why don't we set aside all of this and you just tell me whatever it is that you want me to know."

Her jaw trembled and she shook her head then cleared her throat. Her gaze fell to her tea, fingers wrapped back around the still-warm mug. "It doesn't matter what you say though," she added quietly. Looking back to him, she straightened in her seat a bit. "I love my husband. That isn't going to change, I don't care how much he supposedly has."

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-17 03:07 am UTC (link)
"No, no, they probably don't," Sylar said, frowning heavily. He remembered Claire and Peter's reactions when they realized that Nathan was dead, what had happened, and why. "But it seemed like the right thing to do at the time." Even if it didn't really seem like the greatest idea after he'd realized what sort of situation he'd caused for the rest of them.

Putting the meat that he'd cut up into another skillet to cook, Sylar turned back to the sink, washing his hands as he looked back up at Kate. "I didn't used to be like this," He said quietly. "I wasn't the sort of person who did things like what I did. And I needed help," He said, sighing. "I didn't do these things because I enjoyed them. I just...didn't have any other choice."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-17 03:16 am UTC (link)

Kate's brow furrowed. "You have a choice now," she pointed out after a long pause. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear then folded her hands and dropped them into her lap. "No one is forcing you to do the things you're doing, are they? I realize you have a... compulsion, but I'm sure you can find a way to deal with it if you try hard enough."

She sounded calm. Reasonable. To her, it was obvious. "You've just given up," she pointed out. She took another sip of her tea; she eyed him over the top of the cup. "That's taking the easy way."

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-17 03:24 am UTC (link)
Sylar laughed. That was always the way, wasn't it? Try harder. Work harder. You're not good enough, never good enough, because you're just not trying hard enough. Sylar laughed again, a maniac broken sort of laughter as he leaned over the sink, bracing himself as the bitter amusement washed over him and then turned to abject sadness, the laughter fading vaguely into strangled sobs.

If only it were that simple... If only.

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-17 03:34 am UTC (link)

The laughter made her frown lightly. Then she realized it had taken on a new sound. Kate blinked in faint surprise then rose to her feet. She came around the edge of the counter before hesitating. Partially within the kitchen but not too close. "Are you..."

She stopped. That was a stupid question. Of course he wasn't okay. He was standing in her kitchen, potentially crying, and why? She wasn't sure what she'd said that could trigger such a reaction. She shook her head in confusion. "I'm sorry," she finally settled on. "It's really easy for me to say those things but, the truth is, I can't even really understand most of this. It's just so... much." She sighed softly and looked toward the ground.

"My husband likes Shakespeare. He likes poetry. He's soft spoken and intelligent and so much better than that car dealership where he works." Kate paused and offered a slightly sardonic smile. "That's the man I know as Noah Bennet. That shows how out of the loop I am. Which doesn't stop me from offering my opinion but... I really probably shouldn't since I really just don't get all of this."

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-17 03:47 am UTC (link)
This was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. He didn't know why he had expected different results or for anyone who didn't get it to understand why people who did barely understood. Pushing himself back up off the sink, he shook his head, keeping his head bowed as he turned away from her and back to the stove. He had something to finish, something that he said he would do, and even if he couldn't get it to stop, he could do this.

"No," Sylar said softly. "It's not your fault. It's just... That's what everyone has always told me. Try harder. You're not managing it because you're not working hard enough. That's what they always say when they have...no idea what it's like. It's always my fault because no matter what's going on, it certainly couldn't be bad enough to drive someone to do the things that I've done if I didn't want to in the first place. It's always my fault when they don't even know."

Pausing as he listened to her description of Noah, Gabriel laughed, mostly out of disbelief. That wasn't Noah Bennet. In fact, that sounded more like...

"Almost sounds like you're describing me," He said, snorting. "Before all this."

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-17 01:21 pm UTC (link)

Kate's smile was a faint one but still present. "No one starts out bad," she stated quietly. She almost added that everyone had some good in them but she thought that might be going over the top a little. Just because she believed it didn't mean she had to say it. Instead she shook her head slightly and turned back to her tea.

"I believe you tried," she added after a second. Retaking her seat, she chewed absently at her lip for a minute. "I just think you've given up. For whatever reason, you can't seem to find that fight anymore." Her eyes shone with emotion as she gazed across the kitchen at him.

"I may not understand how hard it was for you but I do know that whatever you went through it can't be half as bad as going through this life, completely hopeless."

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-17 01:33 pm UTC (link)
"Imagine someone boring into your temple with a power drill, constantly, night and day, every second, no matter what you're doing. And you know that no matter how bad it gets, it's not going to kill you. It'll just get worse and worse and worse until you give it what it wants," Sylar sighed, pausing a long moment as he mixed the two pans together. "You can ignore it for so long, push it to the side, try and do things to make it not so bad, but it is never going to go away, no matter what you do. And the one morning, you wake up with it so bad that when you glance at the person laying next to you, someone that you love with your whole heart, that you contemplate, for a brief second, killing her just to be rid of it."

Turning the fire on the stove down, manually this time, Sylar turned to look back at her, the expression on his face a mix of pained regret and confusion, "Then... Then, even after nearly a year of being...being as close to normal as I get, killing a few random people seemed a decent enough price to pay."

Even if he had had to add Angela along with the rest in order to try and keep it under cover.

And even if he'd enjoyed it.

Though, the sympathy all fell apart if he told her that last bit.

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[info]livingonlove
2010-06-19 12:16 am UTC (link)

There was certainly sympathy to be had, too. Kate was practically fit to bursting with it. Oh, she labored under no delusion that he was by any means good. However he clearly had tried. He'd just lost.

Picking up her tea once more, she took a sip then peered thoughtfully into the cup. "I don't know what the answer is," she said quietly. Her dark eyes cut back to him, shining with conviction. "But I do know that there is an answer." She shook her head and set her cup down, palms pressing flatly against the counter.

"I have learned things about people in the past few hours that I never knew existed. I've found myself on an alien planet, in the future, like something out of the Twilight Zone. If all of that is possible, then I firmly believe it is also possible for you to find the help you need." She offered him a small, slightly sorrowful smile. "In order to find it though, you can't just give up. Which, to me, sounds exactly like what you've done."

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[info]inaworldsocold
2010-06-19 12:36 am UTC (link)
"Maybe," He said, though his words seemed less than convinced as he stirred the dish before leaving it, crossing to the fridge to root out a bottle of soy sauce and opened the cabinet next to the fridge to pull out a boil in the bag rice. Filling another pan with water, he set it on the stove to let it come to the boil so that he could toss the rice into it.

"Maybe I've given up because it's a lot easier than fighting it," Sylar said, looking over at her. "But there's only so long that a mind can stay sane while fighting."

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