[ Sylar had been ready to go since going to find Sherlock. And he has to admit that explaining the alterations on their bodies was a prime importance to him. He feels worn down already, lost and wondering what he's even trying to do right now.
Right, going someplace to die. He pulls on his stupid-looking baseball-hat-and-T-shirt combo, the best way he's managed to find to cover his ears while outside. ]
[Sherlock notices the change in Gabriel, he sees the existential worries, he just doesn't care about them nearly enough to address. So he shuffles them off to one side, deletes them as unimportant, and carries on.
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Right, going someplace to die. He pulls on his stupid-looking baseball-hat-and-T-shirt combo, the best way he's managed to find to cover his ears while outside. ]
Ready to go.
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Onward, to death!]