rp for youngerpetrelli: restlessness and discontent are the first

[heroslayer]

Despite the fact that it had been Sylar's suggestion that he and Peter meet to discuss things, he found he wasn't particularly looking forward to the meeting. Not that he didn't feel he had a lot to say to his brother, both of them far too busy to talk much lately, or that it wasn't important that they did discuss the state of things. No, this was more because in the light of the last few days, he didn't particularly want to talk to anyone. He hadn't gone to visit Claire, as was usual for him, he'd been keeping his walks home with Molly after school as brief as possible, and he'd refrained from lurking around Times Square to people watch. For the first time in a very long time--since right after his ability had manifested, actually--the city and its inhabitants felt stifling, and he wanted nothing to do with any of it.

Unfortunately, however, he had told Peter he'd come and find him, and so now he was obligated. And the fact that he was clearly unhappy with this was more than apparent in the way he carried himself as he moved down the street towards Adam's apartment. His brother would probably notice, he knew--if not through simply people-reading skills than empathically--but he couldn't bring himself to care. Nor could he quite bring himself to make a decision as to whether or not he'd tell his twin what his problem was, if prompted for answers. He supposed he'd simply decide when the time came.

And that in mind, frowning, the killer stepped up to Adam's door and knocked, hoping that Peter came to answer it, not particularly wanting to deal with more people than he had to.

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[youngerpetrelli]

"I... haven't felt comfortable around her since I learned she was involved in the whole New York plot... I just-- I don't know. She told me I was her favourite, and she wanted me to blow up and kill millions..." He looked up at Sylar, not really aware of the emotions battling in his expression.

[heroslayer]

"And she poisoned me, after Kirby Plaza." Gave him the Shanti Virus, and while he had a theory as to why, he couldn't say he liked her methods much. She could have potentially killed him, if he hadn't found Mohinder first, just like she would have murdered both her other sons, if things hadn't turned around, that night on the Plaza. Not that he hadn't tried helping move things along to the way Angela would have wanted it, taunting Peter like he had, but he'd been out of his mind, then. He still was, most days. Their mother didn't have an excuse. "Maybe she's the one that should have gone away, rather than abandoning me. Looks like she's the one out to get all of us. Not me."

It was harsh, he knew, but he was still so bitter.