For Sylar

[downsidedarling]

Diana's been having a bad day.

"Oh look," she grumbles. "Another man. I bet he's a rapist. The last ten men I checked out of this shithole were fucking rapists."

She places a hand on the oval window and closes her eyes.

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[the_brain_man]

The first time, the very first time, he killed with his hands. If he’d expected anything, it would have been for murder to be difficult - but Brian Davis just stopped, a watch with the coil ripped out, a defunct piece to be scavenged for salvageable parts

[downsidedarling]

She nods. "Yeah, you're pretty much totally boned. People Eights doesn't like don't do well around here. Sorry, man."

The skritch of pen on paper. The receptionist still doesn't look up. For what it's worth, her sympathy is genuine.

[the_brain_man]

Will her sympathy keep Jasmine from his door? No? Well, then, frankly it's not worth all that much.

(Sylar has an idea, though. It's not much of a plan, but it is a chance.

Eden McCain is here.

No-one here can torture him if he tells them not to.)

He strides out of the building.