He said he wouldn’t kill her again, but what else was there for her? She never asked to be brought back. It was clear that wasn’t his doing though, and something had definitely changed in him. This was not like the Sylar she’d known eight years ago. He was much more like Gabriel Gray, the kind and confused man that she and Bennet had turned into a monster. For that alone, Elle knew she deserved death.
But he wouldn’t liberate her. Perhaps he thought it was a greater punishment for her to have to live this way. Still, she didn’t detect the slightest bit of cruelty towards her, in him. Now this thing...whatever it was, he seemed to want to destroy it. So Sylar wasn’t completely gone, but maybe conflicted. Elle knew that feeling all too well, herself.
She hadn’t wanted to make him a monster. She hadn’t wanted him to kill anyone. But orders had been orders. She thought she might have made her father proud for once. How young and naive she’d been. Silly Elle.
She approached him slowly, worried that this thing...whatever it was, would drive him insane. “They said...not to attack it yet.” She’d wanted to fry the thing, knowing no good could come out of it.
“Come on, Gabriel...let’s go talk. We have a lot to talk about.” She said. And he needed to fix her, or she would continue to be a danger to everyone here. And the way he had to fix her, shouldn’t be seen in public. This time it wasn’t all rage for Elle, but she still couldn’t control her abilities and that was putting everyone here at risk, on top of whatever...this was.
Hesitantly, she reached out and touched his hand. “Gabriel, I need your help right now.”