It's his first emotion and he almost kind of likes it.
How dare you? he thinks, snarling, enraged.
How dare Chandra just cast him-- (them?) aside?
He's been in Gabriel's head a long time now. He knows just how unique, how fascinating, how beautiful that mind truly is. No outsider could hope to understand. Gabriel should have known. Never should have trusted this Suresh man. All those sparkling promises, crumbled to dust.
Rage at Chandra, for turning his back -- at every other person who doesn't deserve a power but has it anyway, whilst he's not enough even special enough to hold the geneticist's attention.
"What--" His anger robs him of words for a second, before delivering them with venom. "What, these people, huh? They're important?" He spits the word. "This guy? Brian Davis?" (He read it off the post-it in his hand, ripped from a stack of file folders. Folders full of Chandra's special people.) "You think he's telekinetic, moves things with his mind -- or are you just going to toss him aside too?"
Chandra avoids the thrown folders, looking shocked.
It's not until Gabriel has stormed out into the street and taken a look at the paper in his steady hand (their hands never shake; long years of watch repair will cure you of that) that he, nameless avatar of fury, understands from the back of his other half's head exactly what that work might be.
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It's his first emotion and he almost kind of likes it.
How dare you? he thinks, snarling, enraged.
How dare Chandra just cast him-- (them?) aside?
He's been in Gabriel's head a long time now. He knows just how unique, how fascinating, how beautiful that mind truly is. No outsider could hope to understand. Gabriel should have known. Never should have trusted this Suresh man. All those sparkling promises, crumbled to dust.
Rage.
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"What--" His anger robs him of words for a second, before delivering them with venom. "What, these people, huh? They're important?" He spits the word. "This guy? Brian Davis?" (He read it off the post-it in his hand, ripped from a stack of file folders. Folders full of Chandra's special people.) "You think he's telekinetic, moves things with his mind -- or are you just going to toss him aside too?"
Chandra avoids the thrown folders, looking shocked.
"I think you'd better leave now, Mr. Gray."
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He (they) has (have) work to do.
It's not until Gabriel has stormed out into the street and taken a look at the paper in his steady hand (their hands never shake; long years of watch repair will cure you of that) that he, nameless avatar of fury, understands from the back of his other half's head exactly what that work might be.
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Gabriel doesn't yet understand. He has hints and feelings, but he still needs to be given direction.
At precisely 8.30.22 am, he introduces himself as Gabriel Sylar.
At 8.31.45, he watches Brian Davis drag a mug across a wooden tabletop, snagging in the grain, scraping loudly, with wonder and awe and jealousy.
At 8.32.33, he realises something.
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