No one needed his help. He was a hero, yet no one believed him. Matt Parkman hadn't believed him even though he could read his mind. The whole world saw him as what he had been, not what he had evolved into.
She was touching him. His hand. Her hands were small, soft. She'd touched him before. Sylar had let her touch him, hurt him because it had helped her, made her happy, forget who she was with him because everyone deserved a way to forget who they were when they weren't who they wanted to be. It had been nice to forget with her.
"Do you want me to make you forget? Again? I don't think I should be doing anything else now. This thing is lying to everyone. It is evil. I should destroy it. I don't care what they say, Elle. Please tell me you understand. I'm a hero. Please tell me you understand."
No one had ever understood him, yet Elle Bishop had gotten close. She'd shown him trust, kindness, lust and laughter. Clairebear hadn't ever shown him anything except animosity and she was going to be around forever with him. One day he'd wake up in a world with only himself and the cheerleader who hated him.
"I don't want you to be murdered again," he decided suddenly, "You should get away from this thing. Get away from it, Elle."
Sylar went to push her away from him with his telekinesis yet he found he couldn't. His body wouldn't let him because his mind was too scrambled by the sound of the thing chanting to him over and over and over again. Its litany of 'MAKE US WHOLE! MAKE US WHOLE! MAKE US WHOLE!" made no sense to him except to let him know it was a lie.
Snarling, he backed away from it.
"If I walk away from it, will you walk away with me? Will you go with me?"