gabriel_gray: (Distant and dismissive)
Sylar | Gabriel Gray ([personal profile] gabriel_gray) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs 2012-02-28 03:34 am (UTC)

I didn't say it mattered.

[ Which is true, he only implied it, but Sylar finds a pan, and a little butter, and lights the gas, still humming. Peter's made the mixture perfectly, so he has nothing to even comment on when he picks it up, turning back to the stove to pour out the mixture. ]

I learnt to cook by watching my mother. She wouldn't let me help, but then she didn't have to. Even without my power I can still remember enough to do this.

[ The truth was that things had faded. Even when he looked at a broken watch, the inate knowledge of how to repair it had slipped away like water, and while he still could, if he concentrated, without his power he was nothing but a lamen. At least his hands were still steady; that was one thing the lack of powers couldn't take. ]

You don't know what you have until you lose it, Peter.

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