Peter could only stare at her for a moment, unsure of what to say or what to do. She was even giving him a hand ("sit with me, we could talk"; that made it sound so easy), and yet for a moment he was just rooted to the spot, clutching onto his tray of food for dear life. He had seen this girl's brain. He had watched her bleed out on the stairwell that was only about a one minute walk from where he was standing now. Yet here she was, speaking to him as if she had everything under control.
Stomach churning, he finally moved, rushing over to set the tray down even though he doubted he had it in him to eat any of it now. He fell into the seat, hunching forward as he tried to find the words to tell her what she had to know.
"You don't remember, do you?" he said, even though he already knew the answer. "Elle, you were here before. I met you here." It wasn't going to make any sense, and he was going to confuse her, but he needed to get this out somehow and he didn't know of any other way. "But Sylar, he..."
Did he really need to say anything more than that? Elle knew exactly who Sylar was, if the way she had spoken to him on the night of her death was any indication. Peter didn't know if she'd really been planning to strike a deal with him or what, but after this, hopefully she would know better. He couldn't let it happen again. Even if he barely knew Elle, and even if he didn't quite know what to make of her, she didn't deserve to lose her life to that monster.
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Peter could only stare at her for a moment, unsure of what to say or what to do. She was even giving him a hand ("sit with me, we could talk"; that made it sound so easy), and yet for a moment he was just rooted to the spot, clutching onto his tray of food for dear life. He had seen this girl's brain. He had watched her bleed out on the stairwell that was only about a one minute walk from where he was standing now. Yet here she was, speaking to him as if she had everything under control.
Stomach churning, he finally moved, rushing over to set the tray down even though he doubted he had it in him to eat any of it now. He fell into the seat, hunching forward as he tried to find the words to tell her what she had to know.
"You don't remember, do you?" he said, even though he already knew the answer. "Elle, you were here before. I met you here." It wasn't going to make any sense, and he was going to confuse her, but he needed to get this out somehow and he didn't know of any other way. "But Sylar, he..."
Did he really need to say anything more than that? Elle knew exactly who Sylar was, if the way she had spoken to him on the night of her death was any indication. Peter didn't know if she'd really been planning to strike a deal with him or what, but after this, hopefully she would know better. He couldn't let it happen again. Even if he barely knew Elle, and even if he didn't quite know what to make of her, she didn't deserve to lose her life to that monster.