[SR] Diana Gabaldon quote
“I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.”
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen.
She’d seen it in her dreams, or at least, she thought she had. She had seen a way out of this for Nathan. Nothing in the dream had guaranteed that it would be clean or not bloody, but there was a way. She had spent all that time looking for Matt Parkman, waiting for him to arrive, holding on to that saving hope that this man would be the bigger person, would save the man who had unintentionally cost him so much, but by the time she finally found him, it was all too late.
Her heart had stopped the minute she walked into the room. She saw him, sitting there, and she knew. Matt tried to hold her back-a valiant effort, perhaps-but it wouldn’t have mattered, because she already knew. First came dead silence, then a sudden roar, her heart pounding in her ears as she rushed forward to the body in the chair and the metallic stench of blood and death.
It was her little boy. Her Nathan. She’d never understood the idea that a parent should never bury their own child until now. She’d never imagined this pain that ricocheted through her-Nathan wasn’t just a man who had made his mistakes. He wasn’t just someone she cared about. She had given him life, a small miracle and of itself. She remembered it so clearly, holding him in her arms the day she was born. Out if instinct she did it again, yanking Nathan’s body towards her, clutching him to her chest as though she could somehow will the life back into him. She held him in birth, she shouldn’t have to hold him in death, but there she was.
Nathan was dead.
Her little boy was gone.
Her little boy was taken.
Sadness gave way to anger in a violent rush, and she only clung to Nathan more tightly, caring not for the blood on her clothes or how cold and limp he sat in her arms. She knew that she had options. Cellular regeneration was a powerful tool, and she had seen it work for Nathan before, but just bringing him back wouldn’t-satisfy. It was one thing just to fix the problem and pretend that it had never happened, it was another entirely to let Sylar get away with causing her this pain.
Various forces had brought Nathan back from the brink of death twice before, but she couldn’t bear to do that to him again. Nathan deserved rest, peace. He had done his best to make things right, and they had lost him in the process, but at least he had died trying to do the right thing, just as he should have all along. It pained her to think it, but she as much as losing her son having her world fall apart at the seams, Nathan deserved to finally be at peace. Angela wouldn’t take this lightly, however.
Sylar would pay for what he’d done to her son. Once and for all.
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This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen.
She’d seen it in her dreams, or at least, she thought she had. She had seen a way out of this for Nathan. Nothing in the dream had guaranteed that it would be clean or not bloody, but there was a way. She had spent all that time looking for Matt Parkman, waiting for him to arrive, holding on to that saving hope that this man would be the bigger person, would save the man who had unintentionally cost him so much, but by the time she finally found him, it was all too late.
Her heart had stopped the minute she walked into the room. She saw him, sitting there, and she knew. Matt tried to hold her back-a valiant effort, perhaps-but it wouldn’t have mattered, because she already knew. First came dead silence, then a sudden roar, her heart pounding in her ears as she rushed forward to the body in the chair and the metallic stench of blood and death.
It was her little boy. Her Nathan. She’d never understood the idea that a parent should never bury their own child until now. She’d never imagined this pain that ricocheted through her-Nathan wasn’t just a man who had made his mistakes. He wasn’t just someone she cared about. She had given him life, a small miracle and of itself. She remembered it so clearly, holding him in her arms the day she was born. Out if instinct she did it again, yanking Nathan’s body towards her, clutching him to her chest as though she could somehow will the life back into him. She held him in birth, she shouldn’t have to hold him in death, but there she was.
Nathan was dead.
Her little boy was gone.
Her little boy was taken.
Sadness gave way to anger in a violent rush, and she only clung to Nathan more tightly, caring not for the blood on her clothes or how cold and limp he sat in her arms. She knew that she had options. Cellular regeneration was a powerful tool, and she had seen it work for Nathan before, but just bringing him back wouldn’t-satisfy. It was one thing just to fix the problem and pretend that it had never happened, it was another entirely to let Sylar get away with causing her this pain.
Various forces had brought Nathan back from the brink of death twice before, but she couldn’t bear to do that to him again. Nathan deserved rest, peace. He had done his best to make things right, and they had lost him in the process, but at least he had died trying to do the right thing, just as he should have all along. It pained her to think it, but she as much as losing her son having her world fall apart at the seams, Nathan deserved to finally be at peace. Angela wouldn’t take this lightly, however.
Sylar would pay for what he’d done to her son. Once and for all.
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