Who: Claire & Sylar
When: this evening
Where: clock tower, top of it
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: With these two, large amounts of emo and arguing?
Summary: Claire tells Sylar to meet her somewhere, and he does.
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my mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize, tell me why we live like this )
"Claire, I---" Sylar stopped, because to answer her he would have to take a good hard look at himself, at what he had been doing all this time. It had started like that. A pure lust for her power and all that she could give him. But feelings warped, distorted. Emotions got involved, it became more. Hollow lies gained meaning. But... to even attempt to let her in, he knew he had to keep her at arm's length. Despite how kind he acted towards Claire, nothing changed. He was still vicious, cold, hollow inside. If she peeled back the layers and saw that, it would be the end of everything. Things were coming to a dangerous point. But he couldn't articulate any of this.
"You are special. And not just for your power. You see things in people that no one else does." That much was true, he decided. And not just with him, with all her despicable friends that he couldn't even begin to understand why she liked.
"I want to take it." He announced in hushed tones, after a pause. "But.. you're right, I think. I'm afraid of what will happen. How it will change the way we are. The equations will shift. Maybe not in a good way. So I hesitate."
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