Peter thought they had time. Time enough to stop by his former sister-in-law's to see his nephews. They were the last piece of Nathan he had left and though he'd only meant to be gone a moment or two, he ended up staying for lunch. Despite the peanut butter sandwich Mohinder made for him. They didn't know their father was dead. Peter hadn't been planning on mentioning it until the news about Odessa came out.
Unfortunately, Peter held too much emotion.
Matt was left to struggle with Sylar alone, with the tenacious mind he could feel struggling against him. Sylar's thoughts were still free range but more and more, they were focused on Matt, on the power, on needing to know how it worked. The rage in his head was just as terrifying, caged up and oppressive. Sylar wanted out so badly he was screaming.
And yet-- There was still something in there too, something sickened by himself, by what he could do and what he did with it. Something that needed answers, that wanted to let Matt win this one.
Mohinder was more or less out, no way to protect himself from Matt's suggestion, and it was just as well. He had at least one broken rib and breathing hurt. Staying still was the best thing for him.
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Unfortunately, Peter held too much emotion.
Matt was left to struggle with Sylar alone, with the tenacious mind he could feel struggling against him. Sylar's thoughts were still free range but more and more, they were focused on Matt, on the power, on needing to know how it worked. The rage in his head was just as terrifying, caged up and oppressive. Sylar wanted out so badly he was screaming.
And yet-- There was still something in there too, something sickened by himself, by what he could do and what he did with it. Something that needed answers, that wanted to let Matt win this one.
Mohinder was more or less out, no way to protect himself from Matt's suggestion, and it was just as well. He had at least one broken rib and breathing hurt. Staying still was the best thing for him.