Arthur's eyebrows shoot upwards as he half-smiles and takes a sip of his drink. He's not afraid of Sylar, that much is certain just by looking at him. The rest of those fathered, however, look prickly. Their hearts thump audibly in their chests even though none possess what Dale, and then Sylar, had.
The reason for this is simple. Maury has crafted a place for them all, the telepath forcing them all inside of Arthur's mind. It gives him control over this place, and control over Sylar's abilities to harm anyone until they've had a chance to talk. There will be time enough to have a snack, for them both, later.
"Sylar then. Gabriel was your mother's idea. I wanted a Junior. Denied three times."
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Date: 2011-07-16 09:21 pm (UTC)The reason for this is simple. Maury has crafted a place for them all, the telepath forcing them all inside of Arthur's mind. It gives him control over this place, and control over Sylar's abilities to harm anyone until they've had a chance to talk. There will be time enough to have a snack, for them both, later.
"Sylar then. Gabriel was your mother's idea. I wanted a Junior. Denied three times."