[One.]

Nov 06, 2008 13:15

one.

two.

nine.

diminished.

i know this place.

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ttlymostspecial November 6 2008, 14:12:21 UTC
I think you're missing a few numbers in the middle there.

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purgatory_voice November 6 2008, 14:49:33 UTC
devourer of knowledge.
the helen, but not
the helen i know.
the gabriel, but not
the gabriel i know.

to exist here is to not
exist. death is meaningless with
the erasure of
memory.

it was all futile.

but,
sylar.

that would be
too many numbers.

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ttlymostspecial November 6 2008, 14:57:06 UTC
...

Right.

Well.

I don't eat brains, if that's what you're referring to. Devourer in a metaphorical sense, perhaps.

My name isn't Helen. Nor shall you call me Gabriel. I don't care if you knew me before, since you... apparently did. The situation is not the same. Things are not the same. I have no memory of that time.

I hardly think three through eight is too many numbers.

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purgatory_voice November 6 2008, 15:09:36 UTC
yes.
you are not the same,
and you remember nothing.

it is still her system.
memory, time, life is
still fickle
meaningless
tainted by her and so
i have failed.

if you cannot remember me,
the error is mine.
if i had done my work well,
you would not exist at all.

but,
sylar.
the numbers would then be wrong.

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ttlymostspecial November 6 2008, 15:13:25 UTC
What are you talking about?

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purgatory_voice November 6 2008, 15:22:29 UTC
it is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

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ttlymostspecial November 6 2008, 15:25:13 UTC
Life here? Yes, I'm well-aware. There's no point to anything.

I'm really starting to hate Macbeth.

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purgatory_voice November 6 2008, 15:33:42 UTC
yes,
life.

but we can talk about
something else,
if you like.

though i enjoyed macbeth.
i enjoyed
specifically
the suffering and comeuppance
of lady macbeth, consumed
by her own bloodthirsty nature.

ruined by her own
monstrous acts.

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ttlymostspecial November 6 2008, 15:39:17 UTC
Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!-One; two: why, then
'tis time to do't.-Hell is murky.-Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and
afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our
pow'r to accompt?-Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him?

It is perhaps more symbolic than I thought.

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purgatory_voice November 6 2008, 15:56:04 UTC
time reveals what
little else can.

i have used you before,
but i can see how similar
to her
you can be.

in the absence of old memories
there are new ones.
i am also of many names.

i am neffe
and absyrtus
and the voice
and the noise.

and now we know each other.

hello, sylar.

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ttlymostspecial November 6 2008, 17:29:32 UTC
Are you like Hera, Thylas, and Zhygure, then?

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purgatory_voice November 6 2008, 22:19:02 UTC
a very long time ago
i was not dissimilar.

i do not know what i am now,
but there is no use in
fighting change.

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purgatory_voice November 6 2008, 22:19:46 UTC
what are you,
sylar?

what do you resemble now?

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ttlymostspecial November 6 2008, 22:43:46 UTC
I--

I am myself.

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purgatory_voice November 7 2008, 13:28:29 UTC
blood
flesh
skin
bone
grey matter
the nervous system
the respiratory system
the digestive system.

but

what is
yourself,
sylar?

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ttlymostspecial November 7 2008, 17:00:28 UTC
The piece of you that no one else can take. It's a part of the whole, I can see it when I look inside. I know that it's there. What makes you you.

My will. Thoughts, memories, actions. Without them there is nothing.

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