Gaze drifting to meet Sylar's, he let out a mirthless sigh before letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Sometimes I don’t know the answer myself.” It’s not as if his methods were proven to be the most successful. Becoming a mercenary and finding someone to kill. Finding a bottle, and attempting to drink till dead which really only ended up in unconsciousness. Not exactly proper ways to cope, which might explain how he ended up where he is now.
He opened his eyes half way, before continuing, “I drank.” Sylar had long since known that he still does. “More than usual. That was as fleeting as it always was.” Good for the moments when he wanted to forget, until his mind would automatically correct that for him.
“Often times, I tried to find someone else to force the pain away.” Some times just a matter of a few years, in other cases decades until he remarried. “Even then, they never stayed long in life.” Due to some unfortunate accident, or just passing away in their sleep, he had long since realized that no matter how many times he would open his heart up, his love would always end up a past tense one day or another. Even if he would think to himself you’ll always have the memories, he learned the difficult way that the strongest ones that remained, were bad enough to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. As did much of his marriages, in their final moments.
Adam doesn’t know what type of answer Sylar might be looking for, if it’s something he’s looking to confirm or realize… “Time continues to heal wounds that our immortality cannot, if we allow it to.” The sort of fixing that requires the will power to stop dwelling on the past, on wounds that wouldn’t close up immediately.
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He opened his eyes half way, before continuing, “I drank.” Sylar had long since known that he still does. “More than usual. That was as fleeting as it always was.” Good for the moments when he wanted to forget, until his mind would automatically correct that for him.
“Often times, I tried to find someone else to force the pain away.” Some times just a matter of a few years, in other cases decades until he remarried. “Even then, they never stayed long in life.” Due to some unfortunate accident, or just passing away in their sleep, he had long since realized that no matter how many times he would open his heart up, his love would always end up a past tense one day or another. Even if he would think to himself you’ll always have the memories, he learned the difficult way that the strongest ones that remained, were bad enough to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. As did much of his marriages, in their final moments.
Adam doesn’t know what type of answer Sylar might be looking for, if it’s something he’s looking to confirm or realize… “Time continues to heal wounds that our immortality cannot, if we allow it to.” The sort of fixing that requires the will power to stop dwelling on the past, on wounds that wouldn’t close up immediately.