He turned a few times, checking to see if it was really all dark. "You regenerate too, really?" he asked. And although he was sounding casual, there was still a small spark of anxiety. He didn't have any way of telling what she was doing, but he got the idea it was going to be messing with his head, whatever it was.
Sylar's fears were somewhat contradictory. He didn't want to be left out, but he didn't want to be just a cog in the machine. He doesn't like who he is, but nothing else he's tried has been satisfactory. But something that ran through all of that and wrapped it up in a neat little bow was a fear of losing control.
Most of his memories were as hidden as he could make them, but Road had seen his mind before. Having just been reminded of Candace- the memory of her sitting him up on a dirty bed in a shack in the middle of nowhere, helping him shift so he can eat soup- there was little he hated more than that.
There was another memory- one he couldn't hide if he tried. He was so little, and he'd forgotten it for so long, but now it was as clear as day. His father sold him in a diner to his parents, then walked outside and murdered his mother right in front of him. His dad drove off after that. It was that which ruined everything. It ruined his life.
Sylar turned one more time in the black, trying to anticipate and attack and coming up short. "Come on, Road- this is getting boring," he said, finishing in a singsong voice that imitated hers.
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Sylar's fears were somewhat contradictory. He didn't want to be left out, but he didn't want to be just a cog in the machine. He doesn't like who he is, but nothing else he's tried has been satisfactory. But something that ran through all of that and wrapped it up in a neat little bow was a fear of losing control.
Most of his memories were as hidden as he could make them, but Road had seen his mind before. Having just been reminded of Candace- the memory of her sitting him up on a dirty bed in a shack in the middle of nowhere, helping him shift so he can eat soup- there was little he hated more than that.
There was another memory- one he couldn't hide if he tried. He was so little, and he'd forgotten it for so long, but now it was as clear as day. His father sold him in a diner to his parents, then walked outside and murdered his mother right in front of him. His dad drove off after that. It was that which ruined everything. It ruined his life.
Sylar turned one more time in the black, trying to anticipate and attack and coming up short. "Come on, Road- this is getting boring," he said, finishing in a singsong voice that imitated hers.