[ In Peter's mind, it still didn't matter who was right. Who could see far enough into the future to determine what would happen between them. Because all Peter knew right now was that they were both equally a dangerous. Sylar, because he was a serial killer, and Peter because one wrong move and he'd detonate. He'd go off and take everyone else out.
In a way, he was the dangerous one, and Sylar was the key they'd all be looking for to turn him off. To make Peter go away.
That was all he'd ever be. Something that couldn't be controlled, and telling the world that Sylar was a threat meant saying that he was an even worse one. That while Sylar had already killed a few, Peter could kill millions. Even if he couldn't really be killed himself. ]
People aren't even gonna care about what we are -- look around, Sylar. We're not exactly a majority here, either. Nobody's gonna think we're gods when we're on an entirely different planet. Nobody's gonna care, they're just gonna want to get rid of you.
You'll be a threat. And i'll just-- [ Be a nuisance? Even more of a threat? Peter swallowed hard, moving further away, his breaking point just on the horizon. ]
I'll find another way.
[ Lying to himself was easier than anything else right now, and Peter held a palm up as if he could use it to telekinetically push Sylar away but there was nothing there, just air hanging between them, still as it was. And just like that, Peter was running, fleeing the scene of a crime that hadn't been committed -- his own life, the one that needed to be stopped before it could start something far worse. ]
no subject
In a way, he was the dangerous one, and Sylar was the key they'd all be looking for to turn him off. To make Peter go away.
That was all he'd ever be. Something that couldn't be controlled, and telling the world that Sylar was a threat meant saying that he was an even worse one. That while Sylar had already killed a few, Peter could kill millions. Even if he couldn't really be killed himself. ]
People aren't even gonna care about what we are -- look around, Sylar. We're not exactly a majority here, either. Nobody's gonna think we're gods when we're on an entirely different planet. Nobody's gonna care, they're just gonna want to get rid of you.
You'll be a threat. And i'll just-- [ Be a nuisance? Even more of a threat? Peter swallowed hard, moving further away, his breaking point just on the horizon. ]
I'll find another way.
[ Lying to himself was easier than anything else right now, and Peter held a palm up as if he could use it to telekinetically push Sylar away but there was nothing there, just air hanging between them, still as it was. And just like that, Peter was running, fleeing the scene of a crime that hadn't been committed -- his own life, the one that needed to be stopped before it could start something far worse. ]