[ Gluttony, greed -- two sins that Peter repressed more than any, and both went into boosting the hunger to heights that Peter was sure he'd never felt before. It was like back when he'd first acquired intuitive aptitude and everything surged into need and want, even if it was an ability he couldn't possess. When he tried to dig into Spike's head just because it was different, into Chuck's because he was keeping secrets. It didn't matter what was hidden, just that he wanted it. When everyone's brain was a sealed box that held a prize and Peter could do nothing but react at whim to an ability he didn't want.
It was like that only in the sense that it was infinitely worse. All Sylar had to do was breathe into his ear that there was something to be taken, that Sylar had something to prove, and Peter was suddenly fine tuned, tapped into nothing but the heightened hunger itself. Willing to do whatever it took to acquire more, to understand more and he was following along after the other man, a bundle of nerves that was nothing like the man he used to be. A man that was all intuitive aptitude, all hunger, all hunt.
And if Sylar said to attack, that's what he'd do.
The evening shadows were starting to pull longer across Jesse's apartment, and so that's where they were hidden, back into darkness of where they couldn't be seen. Peter held onto a disturbed sort of calm, staring off at nothing, waiting. There was no plan to this, no knowing, only wanting. And while that would have concerned him when he was of sound mind, right now, a plan was unnecessary when all there was, was to take. ]
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It was like that only in the sense that it was infinitely worse. All Sylar had to do was breathe into his ear that there was something to be taken, that Sylar had something to prove, and Peter was suddenly fine tuned, tapped into nothing but the heightened hunger itself. Willing to do whatever it took to acquire more, to understand more and he was following along after the other man, a bundle of nerves that was nothing like the man he used to be. A man that was all intuitive aptitude, all hunger, all hunt.
And if Sylar said to attack, that's what he'd do.
The evening shadows were starting to pull longer across Jesse's apartment, and so that's where they were hidden, back into darkness of where they couldn't be seen. Peter held onto a disturbed sort of calm, staring off at nothing, waiting. There was no plan to this, no knowing, only wanting. And while that would have concerned him when he was of sound mind, right now, a plan was unnecessary when all there was, was to take. ]