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[cargojet]

I'm sure you're all sick of hearing me talk, which is fortunate for you because right now I literally can't. Either way I thought it appropriate to admit that at least some part of what you've heard is true. A truth that I felt I was protecting you from.

There was a man on board - a murderer - who could have hurt a whole lot of people. The fact that he didn't is strictly down to the fact that I didn't make him into a hunted man the moment I saw his face. Some of you probably even knew him. His name was Sylar, and at one point during his stay here I'm told he saved my brother's life. It never forgave him, in my mind, for what he did at home.

The other implication made against me is also true.

I urge all of you to try not to let this gossip-mongering divide you. We are stronger together, and all of us have our burdens, our secrets--and in general, good reasons to keep both to ourselves. When you think about condemning others for something they've done, try to consider what you yourself are hiding. Are you altogether free from guilt, ideally poised to be placing blame on other people? Few of us are.

- Nathan Petrelli

Comments

[onsilksheets]

[At his gesture, she sits down in the chair and turns to look at him, her expression a lot less gloomy than before. Bela glances down at the device and reads the message, smiling faintly.]

And you won't be. They'll make you better, this place is advanced.

[She's trying to convince herself.]

You just worried me.

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[heltersskelter]

just because you blend in doesn't make you sane

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[goldshirt]

Jesus, Nathan.

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[cargojet]

You have no idea. May sound crazy, but it still beats the last time a nuclear bomb blew up in my face.

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[goldshirt]

The last time?

[he's not sure why this leaves him so unsettled.]

Have they got you in quarantine?

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[cargojet]

More or less. Short visits still seem to be okay, which is good because otherwise I'd be bored out of my mind.

The last time I carried my brother out over the bay while he went human atom on me. I don't remember anything after letting go, until I woke up in hospital.

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[cargojet]

It's a comic book, some make more sense than others.

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[cargojet]

Come on, I could be dying. Least you could do is lie to me. You didn't look so great at the meeting.

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[cargojet]

Maybe. I just know that he could be pretty damn lucid. Malevolent. Focused. And human, if it suited him. Had to have been if my mother could wrap him around her little finger the way she did.

video » locked forever for jenna /does away with the cruel tyranny of the Subject Line Regime

[unparental]

[ well, that makes this reveal easy. ]

And if I told you I could fix that?

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[coarse]

What happened to him?

[cargojet]

With cupcakes?

[unparental]

Don't be a smartass.

[ momvoice as stress response, by jenna sommers. ]

Not cupcakes. Vampire, remember?

[ which sounds like you want to turn him gj jenna. ]

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[olympicgrade]

I wouldn't like it and I'm not saying that people shouldn't be allowed their secrets so long as it doesn't have the potential of leading to others being harmed. What I'm saying is that there are people on board who are already paranoid enough, thanks to what all we've been through here/things they've been through back home; reminding them that people are likely keeping secrets from them while also trying to get them to work together might do more harm than good.

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[jurisimpudent]

Please do not bring up the possibility of your death so lightly.

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[suddenlycaptain]

I suppose

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[cargojet]

The painter, Mendez. The comic books he wrote featured Peter and I in them, predicting the future. So I guess you're talking to a real life comic book character as it is.

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[suddenlycaptain]

the second jump death?

I guess so.

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[heltersskelter]

maybe he was just smart

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[cargojet]

I've died before. It's not that big a deal.

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[cargojet]

Not got a damn clue. Vanished between jumps, so either he wandered off or he got eaten by something.

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[cargojet]

I guess. Doesn't really matter now. He's out of our lives, unless this place decides to try and bring him back.

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[cargojet]

That's him.

Hey. I'll be okay, I promise.

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[cargojet]

All I'm saying is that people who are paranoid like that? They already know people have secrets.

I'm doing my best with the cards I've been dealt, you know.

[cargojet]

[ A slight delay. ]

You want to say that again in a way that doesn't sound like Queen of the Damned?