[Alright. Alright, he's got to get a handle on himself before he can deal with this. Any of it. He swallows, struggling to put the poker face back on, to restore at least the façade of calm. There's a possibility that explains what this man is telling him, but it's so grim he can scarcely even think about it, let alone believe it.]
These... Sylars. What are they? [And Sylar, the Sylar... could he have been one of them? Could they be Yeerks, this whole group of planet-destroyers? It would explain a great deal. But if it's true... if it's true, then it means he sentenced not just his backstabbing old comrades-in-arms, not even the human race, but the entire planet, to death.]
I want to know about them. Everything. ... Where are you?
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These... Sylars. What are they? [And Sylar, the Sylar... could he have been one of them? Could they be Yeerks, this whole group of planet-destroyers? It would explain a great deal. But if it's true... if it's true, then it means he sentenced not just his backstabbing old comrades-in-arms, not even the human race, but the entire planet, to death.]
I want to know about them. Everything. ... Where are you?