Monday afternoon, somewhere on Main Street

[slippedagear]

Sylar - Gabriel? Crap, he really needed to get his head straightened out - was currently trying to act normal, after a few weeks of avoiding, oh, pretty much the universe

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[elle_sparks]

Elle was bored. So she was wandering down Main Street and spotted Sylar.

"What are you doing?" she asked, leaning over to see what he was drawing.

[slippedagear]

He looked up, and cocked an eyebrow at her. "What's it look like?" Sylar straightened, wiping some of the chalk on his hands off with a small rag, then relented. "Seeing what develops." Trying to trigger a precognitive episode, really. Something that might give him an idea of what to do next.

So far, he just had a decent representation of the New York skyline. With an atomic cloud hanging over it. He still didn't know if Petrelli had made that happen or not.

[elle_sparks]

Elle frowned. "It looks like when Peter exploded over New York."

[slippedagear]

Sylar paused, trying to make sense of his reaction to that. What would have been a justifiable feeling of glee was now complicated: fear, disappointment, contempt, grief, maybe? "So it did happen." He twirled another piece of chalk in his fingers, and forced himself to ask, "How may people died?"

There was nothing he could have done. Nothing.

Except not push Petrelli so hard in the first place.