Gabriel Gray (
watchmakers_son
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2008-01-28 01:43 am (UTC)
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Sylar pulls in another too-sharp breath as he glances up, following their descent.
They're not his doing. He would know. (Wouldn't he?)
You're sick.
I don't know what's real.
"You said," he tells her, without inflection and without looking away from the snowflakes, "that I wasn't your Gabriel. When I saw you."
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They're not his doing. He would know. (Wouldn't he?)
You're sick.
I don't know what's real.
"You said," he tells her, without inflection and without looking away from the snowflakes, "that I wasn't your Gabriel. When I saw you."