Regret Is Not A Luxury/Angels Of Death

[aunt_zelda]

Not a day goes by that I don’t regret my decisions. The little things - if I’d missed that subway car, if I’d turned that corner, if I’d asked that man for directions … would it have all turned out differently if I’d given that person a ride in my cab?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

~*~

When you’ve left New York a smoking wasteland, we’ll put that on

Comments

[aunt_zelda]

Wow, I've never read an evil!Claude fic before. I still find it a bit hard to believe, on Claude's part, but either way this was very well done. Really well down, some of the lines made me so sad, in a good way of course.
*smiles*

Poor Peter and poor Mohinder!
They get beat up a lot in my fics ... I know why I bash Peter but I haven't got a vendetta against Mohinder ...

But you know what you left out? How exactly Claude and Sylar died, I want to know!
I left that out because the ending was written yesterday night in a fic of desperation to post one last fic before school started (today) ... I couldn't settle on the death and decided to just leave it open. You decide for yourself! Maybe they died of lung cancer from smoking badass cigarettes! *visualizes something rather large and exploding and icky instead*

You aren't going to be updating for a while, that makes me sad..I'll miss you!
No no, I'll BE HERE, commenting and reading such (probably going to post a review of Torchwood on Sunday) but I won't be posting for a while ... *sigh* I'll miss it ...

Small typo in the fic: Suddenly, the bruises the geneticist sometimes sported made horrific scene. <---don't you mean 'sense'? It didn't take away from anything, just thought you'd like to know.
Oh, thank you! *fixes*