Wow. I think this might be the best Sylar fic I’ve read in a long time. I absolutely love it!
I can totally see Sylar driving himself crazy like this. It is so deliciously possible. And that he dreams he’s back in the wall. If he spends every night there, and only the days in the world with people, who’s to say which is reality and which is the dream? :shudder:
One of the worst had left him wandering the streets that were apparently deserted, save for the fiendish knowledge, of the type that often came in dreams, that the people were all there. He just couldn't see them, and they couldn't see him, and he was helpless to try and reach them...
OMG, I love that!! It is so Star Trek and horrifying.
Love the idea of Sylar spending all day at a coffee shop, as different people, talking to different people. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that in a fic before, but it makes a lot of sense. I can see it almost like a way to prove to himself that these are real people, not just fantasies he’s made up, if he talks to them, gets to know them.
That last line is made of “woah” plus a whole lot of “guh”. I hope you plan on cross posting this everywhere.
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I can totally see Sylar driving himself crazy like this. It is so deliciously possible. And that he dreams he’s back in the wall. If he spends every night there, and only the days in the world with people, who’s to say which is reality and which is the dream? :shudder:
One of the worst had left him wandering the streets that were apparently deserted, save for the fiendish knowledge, of the type that often came in dreams, that the people were all there. He just couldn't see them, and they couldn't see him, and he was helpless to try and reach them...
OMG, I love that!! It is so Star Trek and horrifying.
Love the idea of Sylar spending all day at a coffee shop, as different people, talking to different people. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that in a fic before, but it makes a lot of sense. I can see it almost like a way to prove to himself that these are real people, not just fantasies he’s made up, if he talks to them, gets to know them.
That last line is made of “woah” plus a whole lot of “guh”. I hope you plan on cross posting this everywhere.