Yeah. Okay. [ Royce thinks, for a moment. ] I still see him. He's a king, now. On the other side of the river, but - I still see him.
He was a knight, once. Or he pretended to be one. He was trying to rescue someone. He got caught, and they forced him into being a knight so that he could kill someone they wanted dead during a joust.
[ That's the super abbreviated version, but he figures he'll get asked questions. ]
[ There was a lot to unpack from all of that. Sylar's eyebrows raise. ]
He's a king? Sounds like a big promotion from being 'patsy we forced into being a knight'. Do most of his stories start with him trying to rescue someone? 'cause if so, he reminds me of someone from home.
[ Sylar chuckles at that, and he sounds fond, too. Odd for what he says next. ]
No kidding. Mine's named Peter Petrelli, and he's always been there to try and save people from me. We've tried to kill each other probably- [ Pause while he thinks over every instance. ] -three times? Four times? I think we're finally starting to understand each other. We worked together most recently.
[...well. For a given value of 'worked together'. ]
He would jump in front of a bus if he thought it'd help someone. His whole family is blood-thirsty, aristocratic lawyers, and he's a nurse. He never, ever looks at what he's getting into, but- he's got whatever it is I'm lacking, that's for sure.
That isn't always a good thing. [ Royce says idly. ] Not looking what you're getting into. Trying to save everybody. Whatever it is that he's got that you're lacking can be a detriment.
It doesn't? [ He's honestly curious about that. ] You don't ever have a day where you wish you were the guy people trusted, the one who did things the way people are supposed to?
Oh. Well, that makes sense. I don't have a great track record when it comes to people taking advantage of me. Guess I don't have it down as well as you do.
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Yeah. Okay. [ Royce thinks, for a moment. ] I still see him. He's a king, now. On the other side of the river, but - I still see him.
He was a knight, once. Or he pretended to be one. He was trying to rescue someone. He got caught, and they forced him into being a knight so that he could kill someone they wanted dead during a joust.
[ That's the super abbreviated version, but he figures he'll get asked questions. ]
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He's a king? Sounds like a big promotion from being 'patsy we forced into being a knight'. Do most of his stories start with him trying to rescue someone? 'cause if so, he reminds me of someone from home.
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I feel like everybody has a self-sacrificing moron in their lives. [ That's - fond, really. Royce loves Hadrian like a brother. ]
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No kidding. Mine's named Peter Petrelli, and he's always been there to try and save people from me. We've tried to kill each other probably- [ Pause while he thinks over every instance. ] -three times? Four times? I think we're finally starting to understand each other. We worked together most recently.
[...well. For a given value of 'worked together'. ]
He would jump in front of a bus if he thought it'd help someone. His whole family is blood-thirsty, aristocratic lawyers, and he's a nurse. He never, ever looks at what he's getting into, but- he's got whatever it is I'm lacking, that's for sure.
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[ He says it thoughtfully, as if he doesn't jump into situations without looking at times. ]
Think he's starting to learn that he's got to be more careful. It's a slow process, but its happening.
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I don't want to be someone people can take advantage of.
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At least I'm not as bad as Peter, though.