Elle had taken a bite of her french toast when he finally sat down, but Peter's words made her stop mid-chew. She'd been here before? What did that even mean? Was that possible? Maybe Peter belonged here just as much as hardware store's worth of screws loose roommate.
She swallowed slowly, eyes wide. Sylar. He said Sylar.He couldn't mean ... no. "Sylar's here? What do you mean? What happened?" And more importantly, why couldn't she remember it? Her automatic assumption was that Rene intervened, but he wasn't here. Where did that leave her?
She knew she could take on Sylar. Kind of. She had, and she won, even if it meant that she unleashed all of the inmates on Level 5. But maybe... if she didn't have her powers, and Pom-Pom was having some sort of malfunction... maybe Gabriel Gray wasn't so special, either. Which wasn't to say that he wasn't a problem. Just somewhat less of one.
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She swallowed slowly, eyes wide. Sylar. He said Sylar.He couldn't mean ... no. "Sylar's here? What do you mean? What happened?" And more importantly, why couldn't she remember it? Her automatic assumption was that Rene intervened, but he wasn't here. Where did that leave her?
She knew she could take on Sylar. Kind of. She had, and she won, even if it meant that she unleashed all of the inmates on Level 5. But maybe... if she didn't have her powers, and Pom-Pom was having some sort of malfunction... maybe Gabriel Gray wasn't so special, either. Which wasn't to say that he wasn't a problem. Just somewhat less of one.