She didn't even know why she was here. She didn't know why Angela had told her to come, to hover outside Gabriel's cell and listen in. She didn't know why she was being forced to watch as the man who'd claimed to love her and brutally killed her father discussed his family tree with the bitch who'd ordered his execution in the first place.
She didn't know why she was here at all, despite having no where else to go, despite not knowing what to do besides take orders.
Old habits die hard, she supposed, when everything else falls apart.
She watched through dead eyes as Gabriel spoke to Angela, experiencing only fleeting momentary shock when she claimed to his mother.
It was ironic, she thought, considering both of Gabriel's mothers hated her, and she hated them right back.
She blinked past the memory of his smile, his confession, the laughter that had shook her body and how he'd touched her to completion.
Everything had been a lie, a naive twisted lie she'd believed with childish hope. And now it was over.
"If you are really my mother, why didn't you claim me sooner? Why didn't you raise me?" His voice was accusing. Could she have of stopped him? Would it have been different if he had been raised in another home, a better one? One where he could have flourished
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She didn't want to go in there. She didn't want to share the same room with either them without the freedom to fry them both up, to watch them burn. It would be so easy; it would feel so right.
She wasn't sure why she didn't--only that deep inside she knew she had to keep it together. She knew she had to stay under control. She had to keep her mouth shut and listen. Hadn't daddy always told her that? That she never paid enough attention. That your enemies should be your best friend's.
It was the only reason she complied, stoically entering the room, keeping her eyes flat and trained on Angela. "Yes, Mrs. Petrelli?"
She was afraid looking at Gabriel would make her feel
"Elle" He gasped out her name, inclining his head as much as he could to look at her. It ached. It hurt. It burned his very being.
But he supposed he deserved that.
"I want your help," Angela replied in a calm, cool voice. She had a tight lipped smile that was devoid of any kindness. "I want to train him into being an Agent. Teach him control."
She paused for a moment.
"And if you refuse, Elle, I'll be more than happy to have the Haitian show you the way out. Without your father here, I have no reason to keep you around anymore. You never were the best agent, or even a particularly good one but if there's anyone he'll listen to right now, it's you."
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She didn't know why she was here at all, despite having no where else to go, despite not knowing what to do besides take orders.
Old habits die hard, she supposed, when everything else falls apart.
She watched through dead eyes as Gabriel spoke to Angela, experiencing only fleeting momentary shock when she claimed to his mother.
It was ironic, she thought, considering both of Gabriel's mothers hated her, and she hated them right back.
She blinked past the memory of his smile, his confession, the laughter that had shook her body and how he'd touched her to completion.
Everything had been a lie, a naive twisted lie she'd believed with childish hope. And now it was over.
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She wasn't sure why she didn't--only that deep inside she knew she had to keep it together. She knew she had to stay under control. She had to keep her mouth shut and listen. Hadn't daddy always told her that? That she never paid enough attention. That your enemies should be your best friend's.
It was the only reason she complied, stoically entering the room, keeping her eyes flat and trained on Angela. "Yes, Mrs. Petrelli?"
She was afraid looking at Gabriel would make her feel
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But he supposed he deserved that.
"I want your help," Angela replied in a calm, cool voice. She had a tight lipped smile that was devoid of any kindness. "I want to train him into being an Agent. Teach him control."
She paused for a moment.
"And if you refuse, Elle, I'll be more than happy to have the Haitian show you the way out. Without your father here, I have no reason to keep you around anymore. You never were the best agent, or even a particularly good one but if there's anyone he'll listen to right now, it's you."
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