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.
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?
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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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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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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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full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
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I'm really starting to hate Macbeth.
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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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'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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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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i was not dissimilar.
i do not know what i am now,
but there is no use in
fighting change.
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sylar?
what do you resemble now?
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I am myself.
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flesh
skin
bone
grey matter
the nervous system
the respiratory system
the digestive system.
but
what is
yourself,
sylar?
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My will. Thoughts, memories, actions. Without them there is nothing.
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