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I've reopened my shop.
I've been at odds for what to name it, so for the moment it will be the nameless timepiece restoration shop in between Buildings 10 and 11. If you need any of your clocks or wristwatches maintenanced, please let me know.
And if you have anything else that's broken, you can feel free to bring it by. I can fix just about anything.
[Private to Mohinder]
You wanted to know more, so I'm telling you more. About everything, as you said? So today it's about my mother- the one who raised me.
After I painted the explosion. I tried to call you. When that didn't work out, I called my mother. She was surprised, but agreed to let me see her. I found that I could still pretend to be Gabriel Gray- it wasn't really any different than the pretending I'd managed to do all my life. A shave, a comb, and there I was. She was so happy to see me, but our arguments appeared quickly again. She doted on me while she told me I was wasting my life. I fixed my father's clock while trying to ignore her- but this time her words carried more of an importance. I could be an investment banker, I could be a politician. I could be president. I could be anything I wanted.
I asked her if maybe I could be a watchmaker, if that could be enough. She said that was nonsense, that there was no reason for me to stay in such a dead-end career, and that her son was meant for more spectacular things. It makes me wonder sometimes, Mohinder- your father never wanted you involved in his research, but he was so proud with how far you'd come. I bet he never told you.
I decided to show her what I could do. She liked snowglobes, liked them a great deal, so I used my telekinesis and cryogenesis to make large lazy flakes that floated around our living room. She loved it, at first. But after she got through the amazement, she screamed at me to stop. She ran into her bedroom and started sobbing. She wouldn't come out for ages.
When she did finally come out of her room, she had her coat and shoes on. She told me that she was leaving and she wanted me to do the same. She said that I wasn't her son and demanded I bring him back. She didn't know what I'd done, but she said I was damned.
I didn't want her to leave angry at me, so I caught her wrist and tried to plead with her. She immediately panicked and wrenched away. She grabbed a pair of knitting shears and tried to attack me with them. I was just trying to keep them away from myself.
We both stared at them in her chest, and she wasn't even halfway through falling over before the little man with the sword was reluctantly swinging at my neck. I begged him to kill me, but he didn't seem able to. So I swore to kill him.
Then I painted the explosion again, this time with my mother's blood. I saw what would happen, after the explosion. I would do what she wanted- that's what I decided. Anything to keep me from trying to kill myself again. As you pointed out, I'm a survivor.
I've been at odds for what to name it, so for the moment it will be the nameless timepiece restoration shop in between Buildings 10 and 11. If you need any of your clocks or wristwatches maintenanced, please let me know.
And if you have anything else that's broken, you can feel free to bring it by. I can fix just about anything.
[Private to Mohinder]
You wanted to know more, so I'm telling you more. About everything, as you said? So today it's about my mother- the one who raised me.
After I painted the explosion. I tried to call you. When that didn't work out, I called my mother. She was surprised, but agreed to let me see her. I found that I could still pretend to be Gabriel Gray- it wasn't really any different than the pretending I'd managed to do all my life. A shave, a comb, and there I was. She was so happy to see me, but our arguments appeared quickly again. She doted on me while she told me I was wasting my life. I fixed my father's clock while trying to ignore her- but this time her words carried more of an importance. I could be an investment banker, I could be a politician. I could be president. I could be anything I wanted.
I asked her if maybe I could be a watchmaker, if that could be enough. She said that was nonsense, that there was no reason for me to stay in such a dead-end career, and that her son was meant for more spectacular things. It makes me wonder sometimes, Mohinder- your father never wanted you involved in his research, but he was so proud with how far you'd come. I bet he never told you.
I decided to show her what I could do. She liked snowglobes, liked them a great deal, so I used my telekinesis and cryogenesis to make large lazy flakes that floated around our living room. She loved it, at first. But after she got through the amazement, she screamed at me to stop. She ran into her bedroom and started sobbing. She wouldn't come out for ages.
When she did finally come out of her room, she had her coat and shoes on. She told me that she was leaving and she wanted me to do the same. She said that I wasn't her son and demanded I bring him back. She didn't know what I'd done, but she said I was damned.
I didn't want her to leave angry at me, so I caught her wrist and tried to plead with her. She immediately panicked and wrenched away. She grabbed a pair of knitting shears and tried to attack me with them. I was just trying to keep them away from myself.
We both stared at them in her chest, and she wasn't even halfway through falling over before the little man with the sword was reluctantly swinging at my neck. I begged him to kill me, but he didn't seem able to. So I swore to kill him.
Then I painted the explosion again, this time with my mother's blood. I saw what would happen, after the explosion. I would do what she wanted- that's what I decided. Anything to keep me from trying to kill myself again. As you pointed out, I'm a survivor.