[ Sylar had been trying so hard to put a hold on violence until he sorted this out. But it seems like Sherlock just sorted it out for him. He'd made his peace with being a murderer a year ago, but last night had made him question it. It was a sick sort of hope, one telling him he'd never had a chance.
He was going to fight Sherlock with words. He could still- Sherlock was deflecting from his own issues. But why bother when he was a killer anyway? Maybe it was always going to come to this. ]
So what's the natural conclusion, then, Sherlock? If I'm nothing but a killer and you're angering me?
[ There are tears in his eyes as he turns and charges at Sherlock, hoping to shove him into the nearest wall. He has his right forearm up to place against Sherlock's neck. ]
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28/11/16 17:53 (UTC)He was going to fight Sherlock with words. He could still- Sherlock was deflecting from his own issues. But why bother when he was a killer anyway? Maybe it was always going to come to this. ]
So what's the natural conclusion, then, Sherlock? If I'm nothing but a killer and you're angering me?
[ There are tears in his eyes as he turns and charges at Sherlock, hoping to shove him into the nearest wall. He has his right forearm up to place against Sherlock's neck. ]