rp for youngerpetrelli: i have measured out my life with coffee s

[heroslayer]

(Continuing from this, since youngerpetrelli and I kinda broke my comments. Eheh. Oops?)


Sylar nodded. "I did, yes. But not because Nakamura stabbed me."

He tried to keep himself from sneering, really he did, but in the end, he couldn't stop his lips from twisting, albeit marginally. There was simply too much hate, when it came to the little, sword-wielding sonovabitch. And, even beyond that, there were too many bad memories centered around Kirby Plaza--even beyond his defeat and near-death.

"The Company found me," he explained after a pause. "They took me to Mexico. Stitched me up, where I'd been stabbed. And then gave me some kind of virus that took my abilities away."

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[youngerpetrelli]

He grinned and nodded, "Coffee truces -- kind of like a Christmas truce, but probably not as inspiring..."

[heroslayer]

"Not particularly," he agreed, flashing his brother a small smile. "But it's something we can agree on, at least."

Funny how he had, apparently, found another point of commonality between the two of them in making jokes about killing him.