Sylar’s slurred words were upsetting, not because he was so close to death, but because they made Mohinder angrier. “No one wants you for murder.” He’s pretty sure of that. People don’t go around looking for other people to go around cutting people’s heads open. This wasn’t a book or a made for television movie. These things didn’t happen in real life. Mohinder could barely feel his nose and he tucked his whole head inside of the ring of not-quite warmth provided by his coat and his position.
Couldn’t Sylar just…pass? Why was he lingering? Was it just to spite him? How many more hours until sunlight would come anyway? It had grown dark before the seven o’clock lock down so he was looking at another twelve, maybe thirteen hours?
Longer?
“You didn’t have to be this. You have every chance to be something and someone else. We could have really gone around to warn and help people. Like you. Like Zane. You could have changed at any time and you didn’t! No one will ever feel sorry for you, Sylar.”
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Sylar’s slurred words were upsetting, not because he was so close to death, but because they made Mohinder angrier. “No one wants you for murder.” He’s pretty sure of that. People don’t go around looking for other people to go around cutting people’s heads open. This wasn’t a book or a made for television movie. These things didn’t happen in real life. Mohinder could barely feel his nose and he tucked his whole head inside of the ring of not-quite warmth provided by his coat and his position.
Couldn’t Sylar just…pass? Why was he lingering? Was it just to spite him? How many more hours until sunlight would come anyway? It had grown dark before the seven o’clock lock down so he was looking at another twelve, maybe thirteen hours?
Longer?
“You didn’t have to be this. You have every chance to be something and someone else. We could have really gone around to warn and help people. Like you. Like Zane. You could have changed at any time and you didn’t! No one will ever feel sorry for you, Sylar.”