You tell yourself that now, but how long will you last? How long can the city last?
[ Maybe Peter didn't understand it yet, but Sylar was beginning to pick the threads up, even though he didn't have all the details yet. Peter still didn't have control of his powers, he didn't have anyone to help him, anyone to stop him... A normal society would lock him up--or kill him; and consequently the world would be a much safer place.
They ought to build statues to the person who did it.
But Sylar was curious in his own right about just where Peter's breaking point would be, and more importantly he wanted to see this city, and he wasn't about to let Peter and his broken powers be an anchor about his heels. Peter would have to survive on his own, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't come crawling back at some point or another. There'd be something in it for Sylar then, a chance to hold some kind of true power as Peter swallowed his pride and asked for help.
It'd happen. It was practically a certainty. When he realised just how alone he was; how afraid; how incredibly far from home. ]
Don't worry, as soon as those doors open, I'll let you be. No matter how big the city, fate has ways of bringing us back together again. I have no doubt I'll see you again soon, Peter.
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[ Maybe Peter didn't understand it yet, but Sylar was beginning to pick the threads up, even though he didn't have all the details yet. Peter still didn't have control of his powers, he didn't have anyone to help him, anyone to stop him... A normal society would lock him up--or kill him; and consequently the world would be a much safer place.
They ought to build statues to the person who did it.
But Sylar was curious in his own right about just where Peter's breaking point would be, and more importantly he wanted to see this city, and he wasn't about to let Peter and his broken powers be an anchor about his heels. Peter would have to survive on his own, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't come crawling back at some point or another. There'd be something in it for Sylar then, a chance to hold some kind of true power as Peter swallowed his pride and asked for help.
It'd happen. It was practically a certainty. When he realised just how alone he was; how afraid; how incredibly far from home. ]
Don't worry, as soon as those doors open, I'll let you be. No matter how big the city, fate has ways of bringing us back together again. I have no doubt I'll see you again soon, Peter.