i knew all along that i was right at the start

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Nara can feel...something. She's not sure what, yet, but she knows they need to find Sam's body. It's not as though that's a new idea, but with all of the high tech options that are being thrown around Rodney's lab, she thinks they're overlooking something very simple

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"Should I ask the same of you?" says the deep, somewhat amused voice on the other end. "My name is Sylar."

He can stand not to be quite so careful now.

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Sylar puts the safety back on and sets the gun on the sink counter. "Nara," he replies, following her. He stands behind her and looks down at Sam. "You said he was angry?"

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"Angry, and greatly frustrated." She sits down on the edge of the bed, smoothing her hand over the side of Sam's face, careful. "I do what I can for him, but he will still be--if you woke to an alarm, what would you do? Turn it off."

So Nara's here to catch his hand. More or less.

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So she's here to protect him? He bristles slightly at that, but- well, knowing who it is, he attempts to not be too offended.

"He needs nanites, I believe," he says, without preamble. "Restorative nanites, before he can use this body again. I've been tracking the appropriate ones down."

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"Nanites," she echoes, distaste in her tone. "Restorative--oh, I see. Like the fervidus astrae." She nods, not looking up, and not asking whether or not Sylar is sure.

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"Fervidus astrae?" he repeats back to her, his head tilting to the side in curiosity. "What's that?" Good, maybe she'll help him without him asking. He's had to do that enough lately.

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"They are..." Nara gestures, a little, trying to describe them. "Semi-sentient tiny machines to heal and protect. One of his mothers and his sister, they have these bonded to them."

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"Ah," Sylar says. Of course they do. And yet he's just a little confused, because God isn't supposed to have mothers or sisters or wives, is he? His eyes move from Nara to Sam, and he looks somewhat suspicious. "God certainly has quite the family. So, do they have any more of these tiny machines? That sounds like just what he needs."

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"I have known him from my childhood. The others came much later. We often choose family for ourselves." She touches Sam's cheek, lightly, and then looks up at Sylar. "Rodney will know if there are any left in the city. If not, it is possible to pass some from one to another..."

She frowns, briefly. Rodney has been fairly firm about keeping Sam's parents (all four of them) out of this. She'll just have to hope there are still some left in Atlantis.

"His phone, please?"

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Sylar crooks a finger upwards, and one of the drawers next to the bed opens. The cell phone floats up in the air and towards her, and damn, is that nice to be able to do again.

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Nara looks almost as pleased by his powers as he is, actually. "Thank you." She takes it, and goes through the programmed numbers for Rodney's. No matter how many times she's told these things, Nara never remembers phone numbers. Ever.

She waits for Rodney to answer.

It does take him a few minutes. He's a busy. That is a lie. He answers pretty much immediately. "Yes!"

"Darling. Are there more of the fervidus astrae? Not connected to Elizabeth?"

A beat as he ponders this. "Yes. Or something similar." He's been researching. "Why

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"Excellent." Sylar's been listening in on the whole conversation, but smiles particularly wide when Nara tells him that. He had done some cursory looking, but hadn't found anything remarkably similar to what had come out of Sam. It had been looking like it was going to be a long haul, but perhaps this is it. He's glad for it- he already had one quest, and he was eager to get back to it. -he's also starting to forget that he's likely to wake up soon, near the north border of Mexico with no abilities to speak of. Denial is a funny thing.

"I'll check before I introduce them to his system, but those machines should be all he needs." He reaches into the minifridge and pulls out a Coke. "Soda?" he asks. This is going to be a long ten minutes. Might as well offer a drink.

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"Oh, please, yes." Nara arranges her skirts and tucks Sam's cellphone away in a hidden pocket. "Thank you." She smiles, a little distracted.

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He tosses the Coke can underhanded to her, but it slows it's trajectory as it nears her, finally coming to a stop in front of her face as the tab pulls and pushes the can open. "All I've got here are plastic glasses, but let me know if you'd rather have one." He pulls another can out for himself and leans back against the wall as he opens and sips it.

"So, what exactly are you?" he eventually asks, almost conversationally.

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Nara is visibly delighted by the show of power, taking the can out of the air and sipping carefully. She's a-okay without a glass, apparently.

"I am the Ora, and one of the last gods of my universe." She's quite matter of fact.

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Oh, good. He loves it when people appreciate his power (especially gods, apparently). He's starting to like her.

"One of the last ones?" he asks. "Why? Are they dying?" Which he should probably be less surprised to hear, given that Sam here was dead himself until a few hours ago.

He could probably stand to be less blunt. But he's not good with that- well, unless it gets him something.