[ Sylar had known that Peter had grown up spoiled, but the idea of not having seen his mother cook was a surprising one. If Peter hadn't been taught to cook, what was he supposed to do living alone? Eat bagels and takeout for the rest of his life? Obviously - judging by the kitchen cupboards - that was a possibility, but it still seemed like an odd upbringing to him.
Of course he resented the way he had been raised. He reseented the monotony, the blind faith in god, resented the memory of his father who had left, and his mother, who had called him a monster. Resented... Resented the strange woman that had dogged his memory ever since his first meeting with Lucifer, but didn't know why.
He almost burned the first pancake, distracted by his thoughts, but saved it just in time, and glanced over his shoulder at Peter again. ]
no subject
Of course he resented the way he had been raised. He reseented the monotony, the blind faith in god, resented the memory of his father who had left, and his mother, who had called him a monster. Resented... Resented the strange woman that had dogged his memory ever since his first meeting with Lucifer, but didn't know why.
He almost burned the first pancake, distracted by his thoughts, but saved it just in time, and glanced over his shoulder at Peter again. ]
Do you still want to get rid of them?