I don't eat brains, if that's what you're referring to. Devourer in a metaphorical sense, perhaps.
My name isn't Helen. Nor shall you call me Gabriel. I don't care if you knew me before, since you... apparently did. The situation is not the same. Things are not the same. I have no memory of that time.
I hardly think three through eight is too many numbers.
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that name.
your voice.
the rustle of paper.
the smell of coffee.
kanan.
even clouds fall victim to gravity.
and families dissolve into powder.
this is not
prokaryotic cells and natural necrosis.
this is
a damage, an inflammation,
a gash infecting.
you have lost much in your time here.
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Yes.
I thought you were... free of this place.
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nothing past the moment
i last saw anima.
they lay in puddles at my feet
and i turned and
no.
the world spun, and i
was utterly still.
he was there.
i was going to kill him.
i do not remember why.
but it does not matter now.
a
different life with
different gears to turn.
but gears are still gears.
motion is motion.
nothing changes but the numbers.
two. one. two.
one. two. nine.
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...What are you? Thread multicolored. Many, many Songs-- or are you just a single song? Loud!
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is this
foreseen?
there are many voices and
many volumes. i was a quiet voice
from below, once.
i am not so sure now.
you are as little understood here as there.
but perhaps here you may
find what you are looking for,
ensure safety.
just a little longer.
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The Song can be slow or fast but it always continues on.
You are beautiful. Your song is beautiful.
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thank you.
you are also very gentle.
the sound of your
footsteps is pleasant
to me.
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that voice, also.
lone prince of roses,
neither one nor the other,
asellus.
what remains in shambles here?
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As for the shambles, I'd say... oh, just about everyone and everything.
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the helen, but not
the helen i know.
the gabriel, but not
the gabriel i know.
to exist here is to not
exist. death is meaningless with
the erasure of
memory.
it was all futile.
but,
sylar.
that would be
too many numbers.
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Right.
Well.
I don't eat brains, if that's what you're referring to. Devourer in a metaphorical sense, perhaps.
My name isn't Helen. Nor shall you call me Gabriel. I don't care if you knew me before, since you... apparently did. The situation is not the same. Things are not the same. I have no memory of that time.
I hardly think three through eight is too many numbers.
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you are not the same,
and you remember nothing.
it is still her system.
memory, time, life is
still fickle
meaningless
tainted by her and so
i have failed.
if you cannot remember me,
the error is mine.
if i had done my work well,
you would not exist at all.
but,
sylar.
the numbers would then be wrong.
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should not be.
the shop has changed
a great deal
from my memory,
but it,
like you,
has fared well.
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But... how?
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she is dead. this is
not how it was supposed to be.
who halted the necrosis?
who owns it now?
who stole my victory
and my nonexistence?
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