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[thebestbrainsintown]

Being a hero is so, different.

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[thebestbrainsintown]

"It's still new, and I do understand why the others don't trust me to change. I was given that chance before, and I decided to do something else with it instead. Okay, sooo, I ended up going to find my biological father. That I left to slowly rot," Gabriel said, as he simply stood there in the middle of the sidewalk.

He knew the hunger was not easy to control. He wanted to gain full control over his ability, his fear of dying alone, and is drive to be accepted was what pushed him. He lifted his hand up to point his finger at her. "You were, and I wasn't. I was free to do what I wanted." He didn't forget his travels, and buying his adopted mother those dreadful snow globes. Still, he was a product of that overbearing bitch that became his driving force to be unique.

His mouth twitched. "We're the product of our own environments. You and I, both the products of overbearing parents that did not see us for how special we truly are."

"Now here we are, we're free. We're free of the control of 'The Company'."


[ooc: Mmm, Sylar's voice doesn't seem as bad as I think it is. Alas, with all the family angst, no mention of Noah's parents anywhere.]