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This is so

How can this even

Admiral, please bring Sylar back.

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(Pooor Tim. ...but I love your tags. That's all.)

(((Tim's life will continue to suck. But good! The tags make things entertaining. 8])))

(Poor TIM? How about poor SYLAR?)

(Sylar needs to get in touch with his mortality! So he can... learn to respect human life? For his redemption? ...:D?)

...A for effort. <3

\o/ Good news for my GPA! <3 (Also, Cissie likes 'Gabriel' so far. He's a pretty nice guy! That's definitely not going to bite her in the ass eventually or anything.)

I don't know what you mean.. Sylar's an innocent, perfectly friendly chap. :D

I'm not going to the infirmary. Will you bring my meals or do I have to get them myself?

I won't point out how my abilities could have saved me.. Hmm. Too late.

IGNORING THAT SNARK FOR NOW.]

You should be in the infirmary. I've heard all about the Death Toll, you really need to be there.

No.

You just died.

You act like it's the first time.

It's death. Experience doesn't change that.

Actually, it does.

Have you died yet?

No.

Then you can't say.

You can't tell me it doesn't leave an emotional disconnect at least.

I'm not going to talk to you about this.

Why not?

I don't trust you, you don't like me. We're not friends.

I don't make friends easy. That doesn't mean I don't care.

Right.

You're not ready for a heart to heart, fine.

Feel better. Probably won't take long.

Death is painful. Searing, dark. I'm not claustrophobic and I still feel that pressure, that ~~fear~~ discomfort of the dark swallowing me. It becomes too much to bear. Literally. And then, in a flash, it's light again. The pain is gone, adrenaline filling its place. You're disoriented, reeling from the pain you can't quite remember. Your memory feels twisted, somehow, as if it never happened. But you know it did. You know it hurt, just can't remember how deep, how bad. For a second, you feel completely hollow, empty. Broken. Lost.

My skin feels like it's on fire. My vision is still a little blurry. The more times you die, the faster the darkness comes and the more your memories feel wrong somehow, off. No amount of anything can make those feelings go away, can make them right.

Why would I want to endure all of this surrounded by anyone?

[He doesn't answer for a while, mostly because it h its home in strange ways. Tim's never died, but he's come close plenty of times before. And he knows what it's like, wanting to endure something away from other people. Well.He could at least tell Sylar that.]

I understand.

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Private - grumpy!Sylar is grumpy

Private - they should have some fun together, then.

Private - Master of the well-written argument.

Private - so compelling.

Private - One previous Barge death, a few canon pseudo-deaths.

Private - lol meanwhile, the Black Lanterns wage war! It's all about the dead coming back to life.:|

Private - lolz.

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Private - Don't squander this, Tim. :3

Private - :o

Sylar's disappointed with the mediocre reply and will not resond further.