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*moves forward his heart breaking* I'm here Peter, I don't know if you can see me but I'm here...the real me, not the fake me....

I hate them Peter...I hate that you don't know the truth.

*Looks around a little, confused. He doesn't see anyone, not yet, but he definitely hears the voice very clearly, and he'd know that voice anywhere. He thinks maybe he's hallucinating.. working too hard, too exhausted and just hearing things, but it's so real it doesn't make sense*

*swallows hard* Nathan? *looks around* Where.. what is this, what's going on?

*he swallows hard and places a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder* I....I died Peter. I'm a ghost and Sylar is living my life.

They lied to you again.

*Turns around quickly to see him where he certainly wasn't before, not really caring that there are a lot of other people wandering the hallway that probably can't see Nathan and might be thinking that Peter is crazy*

You died? But.. no, we burned Sylar, and you keep calling me leaving messages. You can't be dead. *tries to reach out to him*

*stands still watching his brother's hand pass right through*

Matt Parkman used his power to convince Sylar he was me....then they burned the body of a shape shifter who'd died in Sylar's form.

Ma and Bennet were in on it.

*Pulls his hand back quickly because being able to reach through his brother is awkward* You are a ghost..

But that is you. I'm your brother and I can't tell the difference.

I had to stay, my real body needs a proper burial.

*sighs* Don't ask me to explain how it works, I just know he thinks he's me only he's experincing all of Sylar's powers now.

You need to fix this Peter.

*It all hits him at once that.. his brother is dead, and there's an impostor in his place, and that once this is fixed, Nathan will be gone forever. Not that he wants to even think that Sylar is under the skin of the man who looks like Nathan right now.*

*Swallows hard and reaches up to rub his eyes, drawing in a deep breath* Yeah.. I'll.. fix it or something...

*He looks deeply sad at Peter's pain. He hates the idea of leaving his brother and Claire alone without him*

Claire doesn't know either Peter.....if she wants to know you can tell her, but she's so happy right now.

I'll um.. think about it. I mean she should know...

*chews on his lip, looking both angry and upset with all of it just coming down on him* I can't believe they did this to us.

It's up to you....I want her to have a normal life...it's only fair...she might want to kill him if she knew.

*sighs*

Ma thought she was doing the right thing.

I already want to kill him. But that would be killing you, and you're already dead. *shakes his head*

How could I have not known?

How could you have known Peter we haven't spoken since the hotel room...not for six weeks.

I don't blame you for that by the way...I earned your hate.

*rubs his face with one hand* But it's worse now that.. you're not even here anymore.

I know I might fade away Peter, but I'll always be in your heart...they can't take that away.

I know that's supposed to make me feel better, but it kind of doesn't. I don't want you to go.

Unless you can heal the dead Peter I don't think there is a way I can come back from this.

No matter how much I want it.

There isn't. I'm.. sorry, Nathan.

It's okay Peter....just...you are a good man Peter always remember that. I still believe in you and always will.