[ Watching Sylar walk away, Peter tries to swallow whatever the rest of it is he's feeling, tries to come up with a say for Sylar to stop getting inside his head.
But he's buckling, he can feel it, because this is like salt in a wound he can't seem to heal and Sylar's just aggravating it with every word. Peter doesn't want to feel okay with what he's done -- he wants someone to take the blame, and the only person there is to do that, is himself. ]
I've stopped expecting anyone to understand. Not about this. [ Speaking under his breath as he pushes his way out of the kitchen, Sylar only gets a passing glance as Peter heads towards his bedroom, fully intent on escaping this conversation. ]
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But he's buckling, he can feel it, because this is like salt in a wound he can't seem to heal and Sylar's just aggravating it with every word. Peter doesn't want to feel okay with what he's done -- he wants someone to take the blame, and the only person there is to do that, is himself. ]
I've stopped expecting anyone to understand. Not about this. [ Speaking under his breath as he pushes his way out of the kitchen, Sylar only gets a passing glance as Peter heads towards his bedroom, fully intent on escaping this conversation. ]