Words don't stick. [ Yeah. As for the rest of it, Sylar's got about the gist of it. He hums in agreement. And appreciation. He's glad for the words - he wishes he could request them. ] That.
[ The cloak digs its knife fingers into the floor, almost kneading at it. Frustrated, almost upset: ] Dying didn't stick.
It's a system error. The nanites. [ It's hard to remember that, but he's been doing his best to keep it in his head. ] Everyone has to get better. At once. Or not at all. Dying doesn't help. Sorry.
[ And that was a lot of talking in this form. He pauses for way too long before he speaks again. ]
What words do you want? I'll branch off from you. Temporary is fine. I can give them again.
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1/6/17 02:13 (UTC)[ Well, damn. He didn't catch all of what Royce is trying to get across, but he's going to try. ]
Alfie killed you. To try and save you. But you woke up that way. It didn't fix it.
And your words left. Death price? I'll give you words. Whenever you want.
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2/6/17 15:27 (UTC)[ The cloak digs its knife fingers into the floor, almost kneading at it. Frustrated, almost upset: ] Dying didn't stick.
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2/6/17 18:12 (UTC)It's a system error. The nanites. [ It's hard to remember that, but he's been doing his best to keep it in his head. ] Everyone has to get better. At once. Or not at all. Dying doesn't help. Sorry.
[ And that was a lot of talking in this form. He pauses for way too long before he speaks again. ]
What words do you want? I'll branch off from you. Temporary is fine. I can give them again.