"That won't be necessary," Gabriel said as he smiled over at his son before glancing down at the watch on his wrist. It was still where it had been since... since that night with Chandra, but it meant something different now than it had before. Before, it had been a reminder of his goal, then a sign of everything that he had lost, and now... Now it was a reminder of what he didn't want to become anymore, but... If it would help.
Reaching up, Gabriel undid the watch on his wrist, passing it across to Noah, the cracked glass up, the words 'Sylar' visible on the face of the watch. It was stopped, dead, and had been for the longest time. Gabriel knew exactly what was wrong with it. It wouldn't take long to fix if he really wanted to, but now, he was glad that he hadn't.
"Do you know what's wrong with this?" Gabriel asked quietly, a soft curiosity in his eyes. "Cracked facing aside."