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[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

Would you tell me a secret?

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[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

Don't call me that, its Sylar. Shouldn't you do what you love? Isn't that what we teach our offspring?

[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

Yes, we teach our children to do what we love, Gabriel. Didn't your mother want better for you?

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

[Glares as he uses the name again but doesn't fight it, its no use reasoning with the unreasonable.]

My mother wanted a lot of things. She was naive, she shunned me when she should have embraced me, had she seen what my powers could do, what I could become with them. What I am with them...

[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

Ahh, but you're forgetting Gabriel. She did see it. She saw you for what you really were. That's why she grabbed the scissors.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Oh that's cold.

[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

That's the truth. I don't begrudge anyone for anything as long as they can face the truth of things.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

Cold seems like a most unfitting word for it.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

True, it was mean. But he's good at that. Pushing our buttons.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

Quite skilled indeed, all of them are rather good at rubbing us the wrong way however.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

He made us. He knows our weak spots, but we know his too.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

There is a phrase that is quite fitting, "Eventually the beaten dog will bite and he knows all your weakness for he has lived amongst you."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Exactly. I plan on taking out everyone he loves one at a time. Even if it takes me years, so he has grandchildren to lose too.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

We are in no rush either, slow and steady won the race. Besides wheres the sport in doing it quickly anyway.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Not enough suffering that way. I want to do Sandra first and her little dog. You?

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

You know what they say, great minds think alike. Although there is nothing to gain from killing a little ankle biter dog, unless you did it first as more of a scare tactic.

If he had a mother I'd start with her. Just for the atrocity of his words earlier. Sadly I have yet to hear of one, but there are a million different ways to find out.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

I offer people salvation. I am hardly a monster. Her death was an accident, and accident that could have been avoided had she embraced me rather then shunned me.

[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

It was rather sad that although she wanted great things for you, your abilities frightened her too much.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

As I said she was naive for thinking I needed to be something I'm not to be something great. I have achieved greatness by being what I truly am.

[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

I do believe 'greatness' is the wrong word. You're a killer, therefore it's not great, but bad. You've achieved murder, Gabriel. That's all.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

There are many definitions to greatness. One can be an great at killing, a great murderer. You know nothing. These people ask for these to be taken away, most do not wish for them. I grant them their wishes.

[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

Harbinger of death? God? You grant their wishes? *laughs* Whatever you have to tell yourself to justify it, Gabriel.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

I am closer then a god then you shall ever be. I grant them their salvation, not their wishes. When they die they are simply as human as they wished to be. I do not need to justify it, it is what it is.

[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

*chuckles*

I've met so many Gabriels stuck in this 'God' phase.

*sobers* I never wanted to be a God, Gabriel. Only lunatics want that much power.

[fire-starter.livejournal.com]

I never stated I wished to be god, I was just stating that I am much like him.

I want power, but not the kind being a god would provide me with, I want something stable, something real.

[noahb5yg.livejournal.com]

What you want Gabriel is someone to adore you, look up to you, admire you... You want followers, minions, people who fear you. You want an audience. The center of attention... And you hate that the Company covers your murders up.