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everything's gotta burn to get back to its purest state;

all the best has yet to be laid to waste

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[rl] everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
even if i wanted to.
[Sylar had to execute his plan perfectly. First he had to wait until Friday, which was a trial considering how he'd rather just hop back to Claire's world (His? Was it really his anymore?) and grab her any old time.

But he told her Friday, so he waited. Besides, she had to appreciate the humor of it. Even if she pretended not to when he sent her the video.

Next was waiting for the perfect moment to "borrow" Spike's world-hopping device. Swiping things from his roommates wasn't always easy, but he'd learned to be sneaky and subtle about it. (Or at least, he thought he did.)

Then it was a matter of finding Claire. Luckily, she was in Costa Verde. Easy as pie. Pie she'd soon be baking for him.

In the middle of his house-wide search for Claire, Miss Moppet found him, pouncing on his shoe. It was almost disappointing to see that she was slowly but surely growing up from her original kitten size. Picking her up off the ground, Sylar opted to wait on the living room sofa while entertaining the cat on his lap. Claire would reveal herself sooner or later.]

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No one's making you do it. You could end it.

What do you propose I do? Just..leave?

If you leave now, all he'll do is lash out. I've watched it happen before. He can't cope, Spike. [ What she's getting at is basically that if Spike wants to stop babysitting, he'd have to kill Sylar. Because she's still holding out on that one. ]

Then what are you suggesting?

The only way Sylar's going to find a way to change is after he's dead. For good.

Then why didn't you kill him back there, while you had the chance?

I did. Sorry I didn't have time to light him on fire on your couch!

Alright, alright. Calm down. Just saying, don't think I'm the man for the job.

Well, you're never going to get him out of your life if you're not. Believe me, I'm kind of the expert.

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