"Or to keep Nakamura from finishing the job." Little Japanese idiot.
Either way, however, if Peter had asked what, exactly, the Company had wanted from him, he wouldn't have been able to say. Part of him would have guessed that they wanted to torture him again, if only because they had done so once, but the other part? The other part was convinced that infecting him had been an attempt at control--he showed he could be a loyal Company lapdog, and they cured him before helping him acquire new abilities from those powered that they considered threats. And while Suresh had been the one to put it in his head, long before they'd started seeing each other, he had no reason to doubt that wasn't a possible motive. They had a sicker collective mind than he did, after all.
He wasn't thinking about it, though. Rather, he was considering the question Peter had put before him, regardless of how weak it was.
He shrugged. "Telepathy," he agreed. Silence, and then he added, "It's been ... interesting. There's a woman living somewhere near Mohinder's loft--" he'd never been able to quite pin down where "--who thinks about cats, nonstop. Loudly." And when he'd been new to the whole telepathy thing, she had been annoying as hell.
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Either way, however, if Peter had asked what, exactly, the Company had wanted from him, he wouldn't have been able to say. Part of him would have guessed that they wanted to torture him again, if only because they had done so once, but the other part? The other part was convinced that infecting him had been an attempt at control--he showed he could be a loyal Company lapdog, and they cured him before helping him acquire new abilities from those powered that they considered threats. And while Suresh had been the one to put it in his head, long before they'd started seeing each other, he had no reason to doubt that wasn't a possible motive. They had a sicker collective mind than he did, after all.
He wasn't thinking about it, though. Rather, he was considering the question Peter had put before him, regardless of how weak it was.
He shrugged. "Telepathy," he agreed. Silence, and then he added, "It's been ... interesting. There's a woman living somewhere near Mohinder's loft--" he'd never been able to quite pin down where "--who thinks about cats, nonstop. Loudly." And when he'd been new to the whole telepathy thing, she had been annoying as hell.