Elle was making sense in a way Sylar could understand -fear, uncertainty, self-doubt, worry- all her thoughts were written in her face, outlined in the workings of her mind as he pulled her apart with his mind, a jigsaw puzzle deconstructed. All his abilities were focused on her. For a moment, Sylar could make sense of the world once more. Elle was his world. She was all he had to concern himself with, not lying alien markers or being a hero.
Elle.
A living dead girl.
"I will make you whole."
It would hurt. All the things which were worth doing hurt. Pain was the forge through which heroes were made. Sylar had become a good man, a hero, only because he had been torn apart in the end. They'd dissected him down to only the best of himself. Now? He was free to be what he had always been destined to be: extraordinary. There was no ordinary in his future. There were no futures in which he became only Gabriel Gray, son of a watchmaker only not, no son of a good man, only a son of a killer. There were only futures in which he lived while everyone else died.
"I will live with Claire and you will live until you can't any longer, but you will be whole, Elle. I will make you whole."
He focused his attention away from the monolith. The thing was shrieking inside his head. His hands wouldn't stop shaking. He could tear the world apart with his hands if he focused. Every world was only a tightly woven rug of realities, threads of time and space which he could pick apart if he wanted. He could see them. He know how everything worked. Intuitive aptitude at its core was simply the ability to understand in full everything which was made up of parts and everything was made up of parts. Even the atom could be split. All it took was the right blade.
Tilting his head to the side, he considered Elle before nodding in satisfaction, turning on his heel to walk away, "We don't need this thing now. We will come back to it. When you're whole. We will come back."
It wouldn't matter if it was a while to help her. He could help her. No one else. Only him. Elle was his in a way no one else ever had been or would be. She called him Gabriel.