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How many of you have people you know here from your "home"? People you knew before the mansion, I mean. I'm curious if there's some kind of pattern, some correlation, some reason some people have... friends here, while others do not ( Read more... )

[The feed starts with Sylar sitting across the room in a desk chair -- the feed cuts off his head, but one can tell that he's bent in the chair, looking at his hands which are clearly dripping blood.]

This one... is different from the others. But what an interesting power... and Eden thought she could keep it from me. There's always another. ( Read more... )

So she wasn't... mine...

[There is a long, long, pause.]

I should have known better than to believe that... somebody like her could have cared about somebody like me. After all, I'm a monster, just like him...

Lelouch. You and I aren't that different after all. But... I got somebody's memory... did somebody get mine? What sorts of things do they ( Read more... )

She was the one person I... ever really cared for...

...at least, I... I think she was... everything seems so fuzzy, so hard to reach for, I hate it...

No. No, it's not true. I cared for him, too... So much, and he...

I don't understand. It seems to have hit, so suddenly, this memory...

I can't forgive him. I won't.Lelouch. Zero. Whatever you ( Read more... )

[The post starts off quiet for a long moment before there is the sound of quiet murmuring. If one listens hard enough, they might be able to hear it.]

...isn't New York at all, where could they have taken me... explosion happened, then I should be... none of this is...

...I know there are other people here. One of you, tell me where I am. Now.

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