[ He wasn't about to delude Peter of his fantasy, to tell him that he didn't just want to be right, that he inevitably would be, simply because his mind was capable of seeing those infinite possibilities and guiding himself down the right path. He lost his way on occasion, but he always got to exactly where he needed to be, exactly when he needed to be there--and no, it wasn't fate. It was him, pure and simple. He made his own fate.
And Peter, by being Peter, made his too, and it would bring them together. Whether it would be in battle, or as allies in their attempt to return home, it didn't matter. Either was a possibility, and there was still much about this world left to be discovered, to be worked into the equation that they made of it together. More to see.
That was only one of many reasons Sylar didn't kill Peter right now. Oh, he wanted his power - the hunger ate him up - but something outside these doors could be better, and he valued his freedom when it came to that pursuit.
Freedom that wouldn't last if Peter had his way. Sylar knew better than to suggest that Peter keep his mouth shut--if he did, then it would only be certain that Peter would tell everyone; anyone who could listen. He was petulant, over-ambitious in his childish lust for heroism. He wanted to save the day. ]
If that's what you want. We might both be seen as monsters, or perhaps instead as gods. I might actually enjoy being worshipped.
Do you remember what kept you from telling the world about your powers before? The fear of being experimented on? Locked up? Tortured? We might never get home. You'd never see your brother again.
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And Peter, by being Peter, made his too, and it would bring them together. Whether it would be in battle, or as allies in their attempt to return home, it didn't matter. Either was a possibility, and there was still much about this world left to be discovered, to be worked into the equation that they made of it together. More to see.
That was only one of many reasons Sylar didn't kill Peter right now. Oh, he wanted his power - the hunger ate him up - but something outside these doors could be better, and he valued his freedom when it came to that pursuit.
Freedom that wouldn't last if Peter had his way. Sylar knew better than to suggest that Peter keep his mouth shut--if he did, then it would only be certain that Peter would tell everyone; anyone who could listen. He was petulant, over-ambitious in his childish lust for heroism. He wanted to save the day. ]
If that's what you want. We might both be seen as monsters, or perhaps instead as gods. I might actually enjoy being worshipped.
Do you remember what kept you from telling the world about your powers before? The fear of being experimented on? Locked up? Tortured? We might never get home. You'd never see your brother again.