Why do we do it? Why do we give so much of ourselves to people who never really cared in the first place? How can we not turn our backs on them when they were never facing us to begin with? [he's getting s-so emotional right now.] It's pathetic.
Can't help it though, can I? Not just talking about Buffy either. The whole lot of 'em, they only know me as a vampire; the bloody enemy. So what if it makes time a little wonky? I don't care. Especially not when Jr. Slayers get worldhops to stab me in the heart. That's just plain unsportsmanshiplike.
Willow and Oz came around alright, but the rest. Even Angel.... You got me out of Hell, that's as far as I go. I'm still a champion, got no bloody choice in that. And you... me and you are heroes, mate. Or we can be again. Just gotta answer the call. [Where Sylar's getting emotional, Spike is just getting intense.]
[What does that even mean? Sylar doesn't know. It's just words coming out of his mouth, like someone saying "it's not gonna be bacon for another hour." He rolls over to experiment with sleeping on his stomach.]
Yeah. I'm not a hero, okay? I'm not. I can't ... do it. I don't know how. [The last part comes out muffled as he smashes his face into the pillow.] And maybe I just need to accept that.
No one needs to accept anything. I've learned a thing or two about saving the world. Remember, I did it once, yeah? And I've been tryin' to do it again. But it's been eating me up, that I just... left, the way I did.
[He turns toward Sylar even though the other man isn't looking.] But I know I belong here now. It's.. too long a story for this early. The reason I'm here is for you. I'm supposed to help you.
[He comes up from his pillow for air just in time to ~lock eyes~ with Spike.] No one sticks with that story for very long. I kill them or they leave. Lucky for you, I bet it's gonna be the latter. No more killing and all. [groan] I'm so useless.
Now that's just right out mean. [He looks vaguely amused though.] You can't tell me because it's never happened. Who knows that better than me? Everyone's left me too. We can both be bloody useless, together. Maybe it'll get some use out of us after all.
[Sylar is done pretending not to be five now. He shoves his hand into Spike's face because that will ... shut him up. And utters, in the whiniest voice ever,]
[Spike nods, batting Sylar's hand away, but this look says, YOU WIN THIS TIME. Because there will be other times he climbs into Sylar's bed and.....wins. But tonight/this very early morning is for sleep; he acquiesces.
He rolls over and does eventually let sleep claim him.]
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..Can't turn my back on her. That's not a choice.
Why do we do it? Why do we give so much of ourselves to people who never really cared in the first place? How can we not turn our backs on them when they were never facing us to begin with? [he's getting s-so emotional right now.] It's pathetic.
I know, mate. I know. We stretch ourselves so thin and for what? Probably nothin'.
Willow and Oz came around alright, but the rest. Even Angel.... You got me out of Hell, that's as far as I go. I'm still a champion, got no bloody choice in that. And you... me and you are heroes, mate. Or we can be again. Just gotta answer the call. [Where Sylar's getting emotional, Spike is just getting intense.]
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[What does that even mean? Sylar doesn't know. It's just words coming out of his mouth, like someone saying "it's not gonna be bacon for another hour." He rolls over to experiment with sleeping on his stomach.]
Just like that?
[He turns toward Sylar even though the other man isn't looking.] But I know I belong here now. It's.. too long a story for this early. The reason I'm here is for you. I'm supposed to help you.
I saw the way it ended for me there. Was a girl, knew the future, and she knew I wasn't in it.
So tell me, what happens if I don't leave?
Go to sleeeeep.
He rolls over and does eventually let sleep claim him.]