050 - ive got the power

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Gym. Now.

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[Sylar was pleased with the results. His left hand was still lifted in the air, pointed toward Tim to hold him there; his right still gleaned and fogged with cold. The killer took a step or two closer to his warden to hover nearer to him, to be able to see his face better and for Tim to see Sylar's. At the response about Batman, the inmate nearly rolled his eyes. Then paused as he realized Tim was telling the truth.]

"And now you want me to feel the same worthlessness? You get built up by tearing others down? So trite, cliche.." [Sylar offered a half-shrug, then crouched down and pressed his right hand to Tim's clavicle. Immediately, ice began to form around the shoulder and passed through the clothes. He was careful not to actually freeze Tim's skin, not anxious to hurt the warden yet, but it should have been enough to help hold him. After the shoulder, it began crawling down toward his torso. The killer was still trying to hold him in place, but intentionally less focused. If Tim really tried, he could break free of the shell and invisible hand. After all, Sylar wanted a game.] "Why do you want to help me?"

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[Tim jerked his head away as that blue hand came down, and he had to clench his teeth together as it got cold, and fast. He went very still, blue eyes rolling up to look at Sylar.]

If you don't want me to judge you without knowing details, then you don't get to judge me. I was never trying to tear you down.

[And then he moved, hard and fast, and - to his surprise, actually, he hadn't been sure it would work - he moved. He was aiming to shove his shoulder into the older man, force him back so that Tim could get up and move.]

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[Sylar took the hit without hesitation, falling back a step. The red faded as quickly as it had come with his healing and he stood again, loitering. The iced hand faded back to flesh again and the opposite hand lowered to make them even once again. First they glowed green with flickers of black, then bright yellow. Then flesh again. He was anxious for Tim to attack him or to surrender, either one would be something wonderful to him.

There was another silent acknowledgement of Tim's truth. It was odd, finding out just how honest his warden had been, having suspected many more lies. Because he didn't get an answer to his question, he asked again.] "Why do you want to help me?"

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[Tim stayed in a crouch, not too low, balanced on the balls of his feet. He was ready to move at the barest indication, eyes on those glowing hands, wary. Sylar was dangerous. And Tim didn't like this.]

Because that's what I'm here to do. [He paused a beat, frown pulling at his mouth.] Were you pretending to be Cissie?

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"Yes." [Sylar didn't hesitate in his response. The guise hadn't done much for him and it was over now anyway, so there was no harm in Tim knowing. Luckily, Cissie had kept true to her word about not telling his warden yet about the things she knew. It felt good to turn his own friend against him on top of everything else, but maybe Tim could learn that later. It seemed too impatient to ruin that now.]

"Surrender. Claim I'm the victor of this match." [He offered idly, growing bored of his warden's honesty and ambiguous answers. The killer wanted something to work with and his warden wasn't giving him anything. No puzzles to solve, no leads to unravel.]

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Why? [Tim frowned, eyes narrowing. he didn't trust Sylar at all right now, and he wasn't about to put himself at risk just to make Sylar fell better. He brushed off some of the ice on his shirt without looking away from his inmate.] Are we boosting your ego this time?

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[After a thoughtful silence, the inmate dipped his head into a nod again.] "Yes."

"Tell me you surrender and I'll walk away. Keep fighting and I'll show you what I can do."

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Do you need an ego boost? [Tim frowned, eying Sylar's hands. He could give up and let Sylar walk a way, or...he could try to make this work for him. Though maybe letting Sylar go was better all around - Tim wasn't sure.]

If you've got all your powers back, then we both know you'll win in a fight. So why would you want the it either way?

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"Because I want you to lose just a little bit of your dignity, like you made me lose mine." [Yes, he was petty. And bitter. And it showed without hesitation. Sylar wanted Tim to suffer just a little, to lose some pride and dignity. For Tim to admit that he had weakness, just like Sylar had been forced to. The warden's previous statement wasn't enough, because it was fact, not surrender.]

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I wasn't trying to take away your dignity, Sylar, I was trying to teach you! There's a difference. [His hands flexed, forming loose fists.] Come on, man. I'm not out to get you.

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[His brow furrowed as he realized Tim wasn't lying. It still felt insincere somehow. Still, the inmate's muscles loosened again and his hands relaxed for the moment, trusting Tim not to attack him.] "Teach me what? What do you want from me?"

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[There was an opening. He might regret not taking it. But Tim straightened, frowning at the older man.] Teach you how to deal with being angry. With - wanting to kill people, because until you do that, you can't get out of here. I want you to graduate.

[And it was true enough; there wasn't anything Tim wanted from Sylar, not personally.

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"And how am I supposed to change that, change me? Without getting rid of them." [His hands flexed again, but not ready to attack so much as idly thinking of the power that ran through him and the deep-seeded urge he was already experiencing for blood. Tim was right about his want to kill people, but he wasn't willing to become normal to do it. The memory of what Claire had said, that he had told her he wanted to give up his abilities in their own world, sickened him and his expression flared with anger again.]

"I need my abilities if you want me to learn. All of them. What you've given me before wasn't enough. I didn't have the.. the urge, the addiction. Not with such weak power. Just the desire for blood, for the calm it brings. I can't overcome the addiction without feeling it."

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[Tim hesitated, blue eyes flicking toward Sylar's hands before jumping back up to his face.] That's a big burden, [he said slowly.] It's not going to come with an off switch, and I'm not going to work with you if you hurt other people. Without their...permission, [he added after a beat.]

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"I haven't hurt anyone." [The retort was snapped back, overlapping Tim's last words. Not since Loki had he attacked or killed anyone. He had been far better for Tim than any of his other wardens and he got the feeling the former Red Robin might not even appreciate that fact.

After a beat, he finally decided to ask the question he dreaded. While his powers had been brought back by a stab to the neck by an unknown party and there had been no word of anyone else losing them again, he knew it was stupid to think that eventually his warden wouldn't regain the power to limit them once again.] "Would you take them away, given the chance? Or would you let me keep them?"

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I know you haven't, [Tim said quickly, frustrated. He ran a hand through his hair, looking up at Sylar.] I'm just making sure you get it - I'll work with you through this, this urge you've got, and I'll do what I can to understand it, but I have a line, and I don't want you crossing it.

[He watched the older man, uncertain.] That depends on you.