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Who: Sylar and Claire
When: Today
Where: At the clock tower
Rating: LOL idk
Warnings: Nothing out of the usual
Summary: On this episode of As the Purg Turns, after being pulled through yet another one of Claire's melodramatic situations, Sylar is pissed off and over the whole "caring about it" thing. More melodrama and emo ensue. Get out the

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Having her touch him was painful, not as a physical sensation but because of the emotional weight it carried. He reached out to touch her, but she had already backed away and ran off. It was a delayed gesture, useless in its lateness.

This was the part where he was supposed to save her, wasn't it? Follow her, tell her it was all okay. He could. It would be easy enough. Just go over there and hold her, tell her it was all okay. Lie. But, as hard as it was to be honest, he was tired of lying. It was a neverending uphill climb. And Sylar was tired of being something he wasn't. Playing the hero. But if he pushed that aside... what was there? What was he?

Maybe it was okay to be neither a hero nor a monster. To just... be.

"I'm sorry, too." He called out, not quite a yell, but loud enough for her to hear from where he knew she was.

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And hearing him speak was enough to make her cry more. What was she supposed to do? More importantly, what was she expecting him to do? She couldn't just sit and cry, no matter how much she was hurting. She knew that, and it took every ounce of courage that she could muster to push herself up to stand. Sucking up her pride, she prepared to throw herself under the bus and made her way out to where he was once again. He had asked to be alone, yes, but he had just spoken to her

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He didn't budge from where he stood, throughout the whole ordeal. He wanted to appear how he wanted to feel. Firm, decisive in his actions. Fake it 'til you make it. He was anything but.

"I don't... know how to always... do this." He replied carefully, weighing each word he uttered. "I'm used to the only person I have to care about being myself. I try and I try but I don't know how much longer I can do this. Every day. The same thing. Over and over. And I just have to watch. I can't end it." He finished with a sigh, and stared down at his hands. It was never enough, to try his best to keep her safe. It never would be.

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She was still crying, but she pretended that she wasn't, and tipped her head to look up at him. She took in what he had to say, and nodded with every word, feeling herself becoming sick as she realized how much harm her carelessness was really doing

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His first instinct was to retort with 'Well, you did', but he held his tongue. Claire didn't really need that, not at the moment.

He finally turned to look at her. Pathetic. But he was pathetic too, wasn't he? To be so controlled by his emotions. To be driven to this point by them. It was disgusting. He felt his stomach turn with self-loathing. He was really doing this, wasn't he?

"Fine. Another chance. We'll fix this. Somehow."