microwavelength: (curious)
microwavelength ([personal profile] microwavelength) wrote in [community profile] torchwoodinstitute 2016-01-29 07:21 pm (UTC)

Struggling was pointless and so Luke sort of hung there, leaning against nothing. He watched the water drip from his hair and chuckled. "That's pretty cool how you can do that." Whatever the grown up Sylar was attempting to prove, and whoever Angela was, Luke didn't know. And he wasn't going to comment either.

Mohinder Suresh had to die before Sylar became something he wasn't. That Luke knew for certain.

"I think he'll kill me when he stops needing me or that voice in his head demands to know how what I can do works." That thought made him laugh too. "Fuck. He doesn't need me anymore anyway. Bennet just hands Suresh's son folders with scans or some shit and they go off on fucking play dates for a few hours and bam! No need to cut people open when you can fucking do it virtually."

God. That pissed him off.

"I mean, whatever man. It is what it is. He'll never forget me anyway." His initials were burned into Sylar's skin. "Why? Is that thing in your brain getting itchy now because of me?"

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