057 - we will wait until

[gray_atonement]

I'm not used to being one of the lucky few.

[Private to Tim]
I'm killing Isaac today.

[Private to Isaac]
Are you ready?

[Private to Claire]
Are you alright?

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Private

[future_games]

Whenever you are.

Private

[gray_atonement]

Do you want to do it here?

Private

[future_games]

Wherever you'd rather do it is fine. It's probably going to leave a mess either way.

Private

[gray_atonement]

..Where do you want to stay while you recover? We can do it there. Or near there, at least.

Private

[future_games]

You made a nice offer, but I really don't want to invade on your privacy by staying in your cabin. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay in my own.

Private

[gray_atonement]

Fine. Where is your cabin? I'll bring clean sheets.

Private

[future_games]

Thank you. Level 6, room 9.

Spam

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar continued his conversation with Tim until he felt they had hit a stalemate, curious to what the other man would say about the situation before embarking toward Isaac's room. Only one level away, it didn't take him long to arrive with an extra set of sheets in hand.

He knocked lightly on the door.]

Spam

[future_games]

[Isaac was quick to answer the door. As willing as he was, he didn't want to see this drawn out beyond what was necessary. Waiting was often torture, and he had been through enough waiting the first time around.

He didn't speak when he pulled the door open. In truth, he couldn't think of anything worth saying. Silence paired with a short nod just seemed the best form of greeting as he stepped aside to allow Sylar into the cabin.]

Spam - Need to check with Ari about whether he has Tim's staff/knife again.

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar entered with an ambiguous expression which could be thoughtful or smug, anxious or prepared. He waited for Isaac to close the door and to lock it, otherwise using his own ability to lock the door on Isaac's behalf. Then he looked at the inmate with the same sort of even almost-smile.]

"Thank you." [A beat.] "I don't have an almost instantaneous way of killing you."

Spam - Mmkay. ♥

[future_games]

[Isaac closed the door himself, barely batting an eye as Sylar slid the lock into place with his own ability.

The painter sighed, lowering his head in an attempt to both rub the eternal weariness from his eyes and buy some more silence. When he looked up again, there wasn't much emotion on his face other than a slight tinge of annoyance at the fact that this wasn't going to be quite as quick as he would have liked.]

"It's fine. Just do what you need to do."

Spam

[gray_atonement]

[Sylar's expression flattened a hint in response to Isaac's own mood, now appearing the least bit worried or distressed. He watched the other inmate's every movement for the moment, lingering in the center of the room, suppressing the urge to look around until he felt settled on the matter.]

"I can borrow a knife from Tim, or there's suffocation. Tim might come with the knife, watch over it. I don't really like that choice, unless you demand it. I can try to snap your neck.. it's something I've never done before." [He had brought the small shard of glass that he still had from months and months ago, from when he had killed Adam, to saw open Isaac's skull once he was deceased. It would not do to kill him with, however.]

Spam

[future_games]

"I'd rather not have an audience, thank you."

[He attempted, and ultimately failed to hold back a flinch at the idea of having his neck snapped. A high tolerance for pain had never been in Isaac's genetics and he found a part of himself wishing for the heroin he so desperately craved in the times when he wanted to feel numb. None of the options he was presented with were without pain, but suffocation seemed the best. Not the quickest, but it seemed to be the least painful.

He was still slightly hesitant to reply.]

"You can suffocate me."

Spam

[gray_atonement]

"Thank you."

[Sylar might have been a killer, but he still understood the awkward tension that existed in speaking about death, especially in such a straight forward way. He almost felt bad that Isaac had to suffer at all. As his friend, the man deserved better. He deserved a quick and painless death, but Sylar just couldn't give it and he appreciated that Isaac understood.]

"Do you.. want to lay down? I'll wait with you until Ted brings you back, clean up after. Make sure you're alright."

Spam

[future_games]

[Isaac didn't blame Sylar for wanting his ability. He couldn't. Sylar had already put the idea of stealing abilities into terms that the painter could easily empathize with: addiction. That, along with Isaac's inability to feel bitterness towards Sylar, acted as the glue that held their unconventional friendship together.

Maybe he was too accepting at times, but his ability prevented him from being anything but. He still believed that the future wasn't entirely changeable. He did as he was told, laying down on the bed without a question.]

"I appreciate that." [His voice was even, steady.] "I'll try to keep Ted off your back about this."

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[gray_atonement]

"It's fine." [He replied, not worried about Ted. The man already hated him, after all, and he didn't want Ted being any more angry with Isaac than was necessary either. His friend didn't deserve that.

Moving with Isaac over toward the bed, he leaned over the other inmate. Sylar lifted one of the pillows, turning it over in his hands. Then he dropped his hands to his side, staring down at Isaac with a concern that wasn't common for the killer. Some of the words Tim had said to him were making him question his decision.] "Are you sure about this? We don't have to.."

[The killer's lips pursed, not knowing what else to say on the matter. He wanted this. The blood. The ticking was playing as a nocturne in the back of his mind already and he knew that he would have a hard time surviving the next few days of Isaac changed his mind, but he was willing to consider it.]