"I'm not always me." Sylar spoke, his voice was calming down, becoming steady and stoic like he normally was. He couldn't afford to be rattled or scared like she was, he had to calm his mind and make sure every dark part of his mind was laid to rest while she was still here. "If I don't eat for a few days, it gets harder to think. Sometimes I even black like completely, sleeping soundly while I'm actually hunting something to it's death." Sylar's mutation enhanced his instincts and base urges to nearly uncontrollable levels, the primal desires for life are something most people don't have to bother with, or worry about. Normal people never go hungry, or live in fear of being killed. Sylar not only lived like an animal, but slowly his state was devolving to an animalistic one.

"I hadn't eaten for days, and hearing you, and leading you into a chase, it just called to me. I wanted to eat...to eat you Evelyn. I'm sorry." The words were flat, trying to mask the guilt he felt over her seeing just how messed up he was. Sylar didn't have much contact with people above, and he hated normal people, but he didn't even want to hurt regular people let alone a fellow mutant. The fact that his mutation nearly made him a cannibal left an awful taste in his mouth, awful not because of how wrong it was, but because part of him seemed to lust after the flavor that would come from that hunt. He hated it because he knew his mutation was that feral and dangerous.


"If it wasn't you...it if wasn't someone I'd met, I may have done it..." He trailed off, barely able to keep calm. He sighed, taking a deep breath. "This is what I'm turning in to, every day." He stared at his claw, unable to truly see how alien it was, but knowing his hand was unlike any other. "You can't keep getting lucky Evelyn...especially not with me." He warned her, he couldn't believe she'd come down here with him like this. The mutant's he'd met so far all seemed to think mutation was something they could learn to accept and cope with, and act like regular people. Sylar didn't have that luxury, what little mental fortitude he had remaining was constantly straining to keep himself locked up down here. "Did I hurt you bad?" He could smell blood, and see flushed spots on her form, most likely bruises and cuts littered the girl's frame.

His body language changed, and even in the dark the echoes could note the slight shifts in his movements. It was like he was pulling a plug, and emptying all his emotions. It was a defense mechanism, a way to wash away that darker side of his mind. She felt... sad, for him. Even though he had just tried to kill her, she could see those very human feelings in his form, his expressions. This was what the echoes did though. They connected her with people, made her understand. It was a strength, and a weakness. Because she could see the humanity, it made it harder for her to fear the monsters. It was what brought her here to the sewer, and almost got her killed.

"If I had known you were that hungry I would have come sooner." The pale haired girl said quietly. It felt silly he shouldn't eat for a few days, and then end up murdering people. Now instead of thinking about running and leaving she was contemplating ways to get the kid more food. She almost missed his sad apology for almost eating her.

She gave a soft smile in response. "Well you didn't eat me, so we're doing good, right?" she was fairly certain that wasn't going to reassure him though, so she sighed and continued. "Listen... I don't forget things. Every time I sleep, I relive my own memories. But over time it's taught me a few things. I can't change the past. No matter how much I want to, when I close my eyes, story is still the same. So why worry about it. Just fix the future. I don't know if you can change your mutation, or change what you're becoming, but that's something you'll figure out... so don't waste time with sorries." Her arms had stopped shaking now, and she could breathe a little easier. She listened to his warning, and mentally flinched a little. She knew she shouldn't have, but she couldn't get rid of her curiosity anymore than he could remove his tail.

She glanced down at her arm, and saw the line of red in the darkness. "Nothing DocProf can't fi---actually....nothing a few bandages won't fix..." The last thing she wanted was to ask DocProf to heal her arm. If he knew she was down here in the sewer getting chased by a monster.... "You still hungry?" She ventured carefully. She figured she could grab something from one of the restaurants if she needed to. She didn't mention trying to help him avoid snacking on someone. She wasn't sure if he could decide that for himself.

Sylar sighed again, before reaching up and brushing his hair from his face. After that, he reached back and pulled up his hood, retreating to the comfort of hiding his face and form. "Well your last visit meant I have to relocate, and the area I moved to was a bit more active with police than I expected. Harder to scavenge." He explained to her, no anger or blame in his voice. Sylar's life was hard, pity wasn't something he had to give or expect. "And I can't expect surface muties to keep feeding me, it's unreasonable." He stood up and turned to face her, still slouching, but at least a bit more responsive than before.

She had her own problems, but nobody really understood what it was like to battle your own urges when they were so much stronger than normal. Well, at least no normal person. He realized their interactions would be forever different, unlike Serena or Kealey, Evelyn had seen the darker side of Sylar, the animal that sees human beings as a piece of meat. That experience couldn't be forgotten, or forgiven. At least he felt that way. "Fair enough, but like I told you. This isn't something that can be completely controlled, eventually all that will be left is it." He put an emphasis on it, referring to his inner predator. He'd fight it, and struggle to remain human until the day he couldn't win anymore, but he knew. He could win the battle, but he'd already lost the war.

DocProf? Must be her doctor, Evelyn was some kind of rich girl wasn't she? He wasn't sure where she lived or how she lived above ground really. "You should really make sure to disinfect yourself before you bandage up. You're bleeding in a couple spots." Sylar's eyes couldn't see the blood or wounds, but he could see the heat as it oozed from her body, the warm blood leaking out, and slowly cooling as it dripped away from her warmer core. "I'm sure it must be fairly painful." She'd said no apologies, but he couldn't help but sound a bit apologetic there.

Answering before he could, as she finished the word hungry, Sylar's stomach growled again, an awkward human noise finally escaping from the boy who had been so alien earlier. "Uh...Yeah kinda..." He mumbled, unable to laugh at the situation, but realizing how silly it was to expect food after all he'd just done to her.

Evelyn frowned, and sighed at his response. She was once again reminded of the slightly sulky teen she'd met before. He wanted no pity or help, but she foolishly kept trying to give both. "What's 'unreasonable' is you're willing to risk peoples lives for your pride. So what if someone feeds you? If you know being hungry makes it easier for your inner animal to escape, then shouldn't you take help when it's offered? And I told you that you didn't have to move. I never told anyone where you were at..." She spoke genuinely, the fear gone from her voice now, tucked away to be replayed at another time. She was still sitting on the ground though, uncertain whether she could trust her legs yet. An argument lost strength if you face-planted after giving it.

"Mutations are funny things. Maybe you can't control yours. Maybe you never will be able to. Maybe you will. Guess we'll have to just wait and see huh?" She acted calmer than she felt. After seeing the monster under the surface, she had a fair idea of what he could do if 'can't control' became permanent. The city would be hunted, people would be endangered. It was a dark idea, and one she didn't want to consider. But she also knew it was possible. She spent 24 years with a mutation she couldn't control. At most, she could direct it, much like he did. While for her it was like pointing a toddler to the right toy, for him it was like releasing a tiger on the right prey. Control was something more terrifying when it was in his claws.

Evelyn glanced down, trying to pinpoint where she was injured. Bruises would show up later down the road, but the gash was the only immediate injury she could feel right now. Cuts would probably be easier to find outside in the light. She gave a rueful smile at his remark, and the apology he managed to slip in. "I'm good at dealing with pain. I may look like a damsel on the outside, but I'm tougher on the inside." She forced herself to her feet finally, legs stinging with bruises and scrapes as she stood. She skinned herself in a few places, and disinfecting them was probably a very good idea.

But first thing's first. "Do sewer monsters eat pizza?" She fished in her pocket for her phone, luckily still intact after their scuffle, and flipped through her contacts for the right number.

Evelyn did have something of a point, in pointing out that refusing any help did open up a risk of losing control, but at the same time, dealing with people meant risking so many other things, besides just attacking them by accident. "I'm not exactly a social butterfly Evelyn, I don't have anyone to run to and even if I did, dealing with people means risking their lives just as much as it means risking others. I'm dangerous no matter what I'm doing." He was sulking a bit, trying to put behind him the events of this night and move on to a lighter feeling.

"Besides, I'm not a dog." He said this with even more of a sulk, his tail swishing about in slight frustration, basically making him look like an angry pet...albeit a nightmarish one. "I can't even go to the Mansion to beg for food, and I mean usually I can fend for myself. I'm pretty good at breaking and entering." He was rather proud of something nobody should be proud of. He took a deep breath and huffed it out his nose. "I don't really understand everything about my mutation anyway. I just know it comes in spurts, random changes to my body, physical instincts and urges so strong you can barely stand it." All that Sylar could infer was that the more monstrous he became on the outside, the stronger the predator inside. He assumed when he changed 100% that his human mind would vanish completely replaced by the one growing inside.

"Well, pain is one thing. But it's not really good to get hurt down here. You could get sick if you aren't careful." Sylar may have dropped out of school pretty young, but he obviously understood how nasty and infectious it was down here. If she ended up getting deathly ill because of his mistake, he'd be seriously upset. She mentioned pizza and his face lit up a bit. Sylar was still a young man, and all young men had a healthy craving for awful greasy, delicious food. "Of course I like pizza, I am a guy aren't I?" It'd been a long time since he'd had pizza though, considering most people just got it delivered to their homes, it wasn't easy to find discarded pizza, or to steal some left in the open. "I don't think they'll deliver to the sewer though, especially considering what lives down here." He finished, pointing one of his wickedly sharp fingers at himself.

Evelyn snorted in a very unladylike way at her monster companion's comment, and in the darkness her face curled into a lopsided grin. Maybe part of it was the stress from the previous events, or maybe part of it was just relief at the normal conversation. Either way, something about the image of 'social butterfly' and the teen amused her. "People at my work keep me in my back room because of my lack of social tact. You may not be too keen to run to someone for help, but if nothing else, break into my apartment. I'll keep the cupboards stocked or something. I spend all my time at the mansion anyway, so you wouldn't really have to worry about being forced to have a conversation or anything."

She shrugged and brushed her hands off on her jeans. Well, tried to. She was fairly certain her jeans weren't any cleaner at the moment. If nothing else she would need to find a change of clothes before she made it back home. the cab driver would charge her an arm and a leg to get her back like this. She paused and listened as he talked about his mutation politely, and gave a slight nod of her head.

"I don't understand my mutation that much either...heck, my own powers practically put me in a coma the other night when I slept too close to an adapted." She left it at that. Learning tended to come from experiences, and while this had been unpleasant, it had tested his level of control over his abilities. She was standing. It was a start.

"I'll make sure to use some hospital strength disinfectant on my arm though, promise. In the meantime, we'll get you food so you... well, don't try to snack on anything else. And I live closeby, remember? All I gotta do is jump topside and bring the pizza back down. As long as you don't take off while I'm up there, you'll at least have a full dinner tonight. Bearable?" She watched him closely. Part of her expected him to take off the second she would leave, but she'd drop the pizzas off anyway. Either way, she punched in the numbers on the phone and ordered four large pizzas with a mixture of topping. If nothing else, she figured he could have some leftovers.

After the way he devoured the lasagna though, she figured they wouldn't last that long.

Sylar could imagine Evelyn got on some people's nerves, he was a sewer dwelling monster, and she still managed to get under his skin a bit. She mentioned breaking into her apartment, and he actually thought that's not such a terrible idea. Well except for all the damage his break-in's usually caused. "You might want to retract that statement, because when I say break in. I mean break in. I cause quite a bit of damage." Usually he didn't care about the damage he caused, since he had no finger prints, and half the police force thought he was an urban legend. "Seems like everybody ends up at that mansion or the Sanctuary." He unintentionally mumbled.

He wondered what having her power must be like, his mind still surprised at just how different individual mutants were. For some to have little to no visible mutation, while others had such strong invisible powers, kind of boggled his mind when he was just a monster. She mentioned a term he hadn't heard before though. "What's an adapted?" He'd never heard that term, but apparently it must be dangerous if it nearly put her in a coma.

He did remember her stating she lived close to this old junction of his. She had caught on to his usual antics and instincts, normally he'd have bolted the minute she left, leaving this terrible experience behind him hopefully for life. But she wouldn't let him get away with that, he'd known that much. "Did your power tell you that, or am I really just easy to read." He said a bit jokingly. "If it makes you feel better I can come top side, to make sure you get home and so you can know I'll take your food." He said with a bit of frustration. He didn't like being roped into social interactions like this, made him feel uncomfortable and nervous.

He waited for her to move, intending to follow her unless she told him otherwise.

Evelyn shrugged, and rubbed her shoulder slightly as she hung up the phone. "If you break it, I can fix it. I'd hide a key under the mat if it made you feel better. Most my stuff got trashed during the riots anyway. Door hasn't exactly been in top shape since." She sighed slightly and shrugged. There wasn't much to do about it now. She caught his muttered comment about the two mutant havens though and chuckled slightly in response.

"I've ended up at both places. Sanctuary wasn't exactly my idea though. Mansion was more out of necessity at first then it grew on me. I liked living on my own, but I've learned more living with others. It's kind of a trade off I guess. Plus, there are a few people I enjoy spending time with" She moved towards the ladder, pushing her dirty hair from her face. She paused to answer his question though.

"An adapted is pretty much someone who has a field that nullifies mutant powers. We have one at the mansion, and I was having some bad memories and thought I could get some sleep if I was around her. Playbacks switched on soon as I woke up and moved away though. It...well, I probably won't try it again." She admitted. She started up the ladder, and shrugged, uncertain weather or not he could see the action.

"Considering last time you relocated because I found where you were staying, I think it's just in your character. Echoes noted it though. If you come topside though it will be easier to get your food, and more sanitary. The alley leads straight to my apartment so not like anyone would see you. Not trying to force you to come though." She caught the resentment in his voice, and the nervous fidgeting. The monster she encountered was mostly gone now. She just has a socially awkward teenager on her hands. Without waiting to see if he would follow she wriggled out to the street above, and got her first good glance at her arm.

A bit of peroxide was definitely going to be needed...and bandages... quite a few bandages.

Sylar wasn't even sure he could hold a key properly in his claws, but the offer was a nice sentiment. One he'd probably never take her up on, but that was just his nature. "The city went a little nuts for awhile, what exactly caused the riot anyways." You might accuse Sylar of living under a rock for not knowing anything about current events, and technically that was pretty much true. He was a sewer dwelling monster thief, he didn't really have time to check the news, considering his circumstances.

Sylar had felt a bit pressured by the mansion, the idea of close friends, acting like a family, living under one big house, it wasn't something he felt ready for. However the people were genuinely kind and interested in his plight as far as he could tell. As for Sanctuary, well Sylar was something of a criminal, so maybe that really was more his place than he realized. "I'm glad you grew on it, you're too normal looking to be a loner. Leave that to me." He said flatly, but meaning it as a joke. His lifestyle was more thrust upon him, and if he'd been able to avoid it when he was younger, he probably would be an entirely different creature now.

Sylar followed behind her casually, keeping a bit of distance between himself and Evelyn. An adapted canceled out a mutants powers? He suddenly found himself wondering what he would be if his changes were suddenly canceled, was there even any normal flesh and bone beneath this armor anymore? The idea of finding out scared him a bit, mostly because if all this stuff came off, he couldn't imagine what he'd be, having spent years accepting his changes. "I'm...not so curious to find out what would happen if this body was turned off." He said offhandedly in response.

"I'm just not the trusting type Evelyn, there isn't an instinct for trust or acceptance, just for survival. I had to move, even if we are acquaintances." He couldn't really call Evelyn a friend, he barely knew the girl, and he wasn't about to push for something he didn't really think he could have. Serena was too endearing to turn down, but he was still cautious enough to avoid labeling strangers with the title of friend. "Are you the only one in the apartment? Most are complexes full of people, a thing I usually avoid. Too much risk of being seen." He clambered up the ladder behind her, his clawed hands digging into the pavement around the manhole as he rose from the tunnel. He began acting a bit more nervous and cautious, letting his senses search for anyone else besides Evelyn. His hood was down to hide his mangy hair and face, but nothing could really hide the obsidian armor on his hands and feet, or the large length of tail swishing about behind him.

Evelyn glanced backwards at Sylar, and then traced her memories for a good way to sum up the events of the riots. It took a moment and she didn't move much while her brain scanned, but she thought quickly so it didn't take long to process all her thoughts. "The riots were pretty much an equality sort of movement I guess you could say. There was a case where a visible mutant got beat up by a bunch of police, and the city protected them even though there was evidence proving they'd used excessive force. It sparked a lot of tension between mutants and humans, and then the last little wave of things pretty much resulted in an all out brawl. Probably a good thing if you weren't involved in it... No real 'safety' whether you were human or mutant. Got beat up by our own kind because I looked too human." She flinched slightly at the memory, and turned in the direction of her apartment.

The attempt at a joke made Evelyn give a rueful smile, and she pushed her hair from her face with a chuckle. "I may look normal, but the problem is I'll never act normal. Even around other mutants I'm still kind of a crazy person with voices in my head. Reading body language is worse than mind reading to some people." She shrugged. She was sort of used to it by now, plus she had made friends and they didn't seem bothered by her nosy nature. She wondered if they would eventually get tired of fishing her out of danger though.

She glanced at her monster companion. She wasn't sure staying out of danger was really in her nature.

"Sometimes adapted don't effect physical mutants the same way, so really hard to say. They're rare though, so hopefully you don't have to worry about it much if you don't want to." She remarked, tucking her phone in her pocket and fishing for her key. The alley was empty, so there was no one around to see Sylar. After the riots, there were tensions around physical mutants, but a little more reservation and less hostility.

"You don't have to trust me if you don't want to. I'm really not the sort to try to make anyone do anything. Had too many people trying to tell me what to do. And yeah, I'm the only one at the apartment. It's more of a side by side sort of getup than a shared floor plan. Front faces the street but there is a side entrance." She led him towards the building which was just at the end of the alley, and climbed up the fire escape to the back window. She pushed it open without much effort, and moved from the guest bedroom down the hallway towards the bathroom.

"You can sit where you want. Like I said, no one is really staying here right now." She started fishing for a first aid kit she left behind as she spoke. Not much had changed since she left. Her bedroom still had the remains of her shredded collection of art, and the desk had been moved to her parents house for the time being so that was gone. Most her art supplies were at the mansion, so the rooms were mostly just beds and windows.

Sylar stopped for a second upon hearing explanation of the riots. They started because of an unjustified mutant beating? Didn't Gina, that monstrous girl at the mansion say she'd been beaten? "Was it a girl they beat? A physical mutant like me? I think I met her at the Mansion, her name was uh...Gina?" She was a kind girl, someone Sylar felt a bit of kinship with. "Kind of ironic isn't it? A reaction based upon injustice, and then to do the same thing to you that they did to a mutant." Sylar may be young, and had been dealt injustice himself by his normal parents, but he didn't assume mutants were better than normal people because of that. All men had a dark side, and he was no exception.

Evelyn wasn't lying, she certainly had an ability that could irk a person, even a monster like himself. "You certainly have a unique personality Sherlock. Though I still think you can probably mingle more than I could." Sylar's social skills weren't just bad because of living away from people for years, he just seemed naturally abraisive. "I'm not even sure the normal stuff is under the armor anymore, it feels like it's my skin now." Even though the plating on his body was cool to the touch, the underside, the part connecting it to him felt very alive to Sylar, meaning it was probably veined and had it's own nerve's on the inside.


"I don't trust anyone, so at least don't feel offended." To be honest, Sylar probably trusted Serena, he couldn't imagine that girl could do someone wrong, but every other person on the planet would have quite a wall to climb to make Sylar see them as a friend. "I could imagine it's a pain to be told what to do when your natural intuition is so well beyond theirs." Evelyn's ability to read things around her must make her seem like a genius at sometimes, or at least an excellent detective.


He watched the girl ascend the fire escape and make her way inside through a window. At least she was smart enough to not try and lead him through the front door. He took a moment to check the alley again, looking for anyone who might see him out and about. Once she'd made it to the window, Sylar jumped up, grasping onto the railing of the ladder, and pulling himself up. Climbing and traversing things like ladders, and fire escapes, and buildings in Manhattan had become second nature for Sylar. He entered her home, and immediately began to observe the building with his senses. She clearly wasn't spending much time here, her scent was weak except when she was in the room. And it seemed barren, even to his unique type of sight. "It's noticable that you aren't here very often. Your scent here is a bit weak for it to be your place."

Though she offered him a seat anywhere, Sylar chose his comfortable habit of sitting on his heels and resting his arms on his knees. His tail swayed slowly behind him as he waited for the food she ordered to arrive. He wasn't excited by much, but the idea of eating pizza nearly brought a smile to his face.

Evelyn let the memories replay through her mind, finding the images of the viral video. "I never knew her by name, but she was a girl, sort of gargoyle like, wings. You might have met her, it's likely." She remarked, giving a nod of her head. She listened to his following comments, and sighed slightly in agreement. "I think that's been the problem with these riots though. Some people were fighting for their rights. Some people were just fighting. Life is full of things like that though. Heck, my parents are anti-mutant and, well..." She shrugged as if that was all there was to it.

"I guess. But you know, I'm not sure I really want to fit in... I don't feel human, and I don't feel mutant. But I don't always mind. I guess it's sort of like how I feel about living at the mansion. I mean, I like being there, but I don't hate people at the sanctuary. My powers make me... understand, other peoples points of view. I may not agree with someone who kills people for a living, but the echoes make it hard for me to really judge them. I could blend in if I wanted, but that's sort of what my parents always tried to make me do. Sometimes, I don't think it's necessary to group yourself with others. Maybe I'm just me. Maybe that's just enough." She said quietly, but with a little bit of force behind it.

The trust thing took a little more thought to consider though, and she felt a shrug settle on her shoulders. It was a repetitive motion, but fitting for the conversation. "It takes a bit of effort to offend me, so it's not something to stress about."

While he settled inside, Evelyn found the first aid supplies, and set them out on the bathroom counter. Glancing at herself in the reflection, she flinched, and wandered back into her old bedroom and managed to find some spare clothes. "I'm going to clean off really quick before I bandage my arm. And... Its been hard for me to come back here. Used to be just me and my body guard, now it's just me, and alot of my stuff was ruined." She felt that familiar dip of her shoulders as she let it go, and wandered back into the bathroom. She didn't expect his pity, and few people really understood what loosing her drawings was like to her. The pile on the floor in the room was just too hard to throw away. Years of work, years of nightmares she struggled through. Things like that just couldn't be pushed aside for some reason.

She washed quickly, making sure to scrub anywhere she was cut or bleeding, and her skin stung painfully as she skittered out of the shower. She had changed and pulled her wet hair back into a ponytail when the doorbell rang, and she quickly hurried downstairs to answer the door and pay for the food. The pizza delivery guy gave her a strange look as he stared at the gash on her arm but she ignored him, then brought the pizzas up away from the windows where Sylar could eat them in peace. "Feel free to dig in. I can eat back at the mansion so don't worry about that." She went back to the painful process of cleaning and bandaging her arm, which was awkward trying to do one handed.

Sylar would never see the events that caused the riots, but he'd met Gina, and heard what happened to her. That was enough for him to imagine how things went, and what came after. "She was a nice girl, recently blinded and struggling. I know the feeling of being alone in the dark." Sylar's voice was hollow, but a tinge of emotion leaked out, Evelyn could probably read that Sylar cared more than he let on when it came to people suffering similar conditions to his own. Sylar bounced a bit on his heels, his tail swishing behind him in a show of anticipation for food. "Human beings seem to enjoy hatred and violence, even if they act appaled by it." Sylar had been bullied, and mistreated quite a bit when he went to school, perhaps it was his own fault for being so shy, but that was no excuse for anyone to abuse a blind kid.

"I'd say you sound kind of wishy washy if I didn't know I was just as weird myself. Not many people see themselves as a monster before a human being." Generally nobody wanted to label themselves a monster, but Sylar could do nothing but accept that part of him was increasingly inhuman. "So do you understand my point of view?" He asked with only the faintest bit of actual interest in her answer. Evelyn wasn't like other's he'd met, her insight and thought process was quite unique. Out of any mutant he might meet, she might be the only one who could admit that Sylar's dark side was indeed monstrous and dangerous, without trying to sugar coat it to spare his feelings.

Whether or not he offended her really didn't matter, they were already at a point of discussion and her offering him food, so really Sylar had gotten what he needed from the situation, whether she liked him or not. Evelyn grabbed some clothing and some first aid supplies, leaving Sylar in the room as she headed off to treat herself. "Sure, I'll just stay here." He responded, his curiosity not powerful enough to move him from the spot near the window. She'd had a bodyguard, a bit of information that might explain why her sense of danger was...lacking. She must come from a very wealthy family to be able to afford a full time body guard, something Sylar couldn't really comprehend. He guessed her power got her into a lot more trouble, than just what had happened between him and her.

Smelling the fresh warm scent of pizza, Sylar nearly drooled on Evelyn's floor. "That smell...I haven't had pizza in over a year probably, I don't usually say so, but thanks." He mumbled as he crept forward towards the gleaming image of the pizza boxes. He immediately opened a box, and actually did drool. His nose could pick up on every single scent, the various ingredients, all of it was just fantastic. He reached out, and using his claws dug under one slice, and then flipped it over another, and another, stacking four slices together like a sandwich. With a loud chomping noise he began to devour the treat presented before him. "I really will eat all this...you sure that's alright?" He managed to ask between his obnoxious chomping of the cheesy pie.

Sylar's emotions managed to show through the mask he typically kept in place. It was a rare moment, at least around him. It was clear he related to the newly blind mutant, and like the little girl, that connection brought the human element out of him. Evelyn didn't have enough in common with the mutant to really make him relate. She wasn't as kind as Serena to become his friend. But she could read him, and while he may not relate to her, she could understand him. She always felt odd when she felt that level of connection with others though. It was like she was seeing something private her companions wouldn't approve of. So she tried not to let herself linger too long on his normally hidden feelings.

"I think it's hard to just a group by the actions of a few. I've seen humans beat up other humans. But I've seen them step in and aid people who are being mistreated. In the same sense, I've seen mutants who reach in to help others, and seen mutants who just enjoy violence. Some people embrace their darker tendencies, others right them." She shrugged. That was just her opinion on the matter. She didn't see anyone as truly 'evil' or 'good'. Everyone had a shade of grey in the middle somewhere.

Wishy-washy. Maybe she was. Maybe she focused too much on the shades of people, and it made it hard for her to really pick a side. "I guess I could see that...." She mused quietly, then looked up slightly at his question. She gave a nod, and looked at him for a second before answering. "I think I understand your point of view. I think you've had a hard life. You've been picked on, treated like a monster, and in many ways, became that monster. You didn't have your parents there for you when you and had to go through the changes you faced alone, and while you try to be tough and act like it doesn't bother you, it shows through your compassion for others. You step in when you see someone who needs help, because you don't want them to go through what you have. I think you have been in the dark, in more ways than one. You've struggled and you've been alone, and probably afraid. But rather than letting it beat you, you let the darkness shape you and it's become your strength.

"You're a predator now, though, and you know you can never really be 'human', and can never really be 'normal'. You know you have an animal side of you and when it's in control, it doesn't matter how compassionate or caring you would be otherwise. You'd hurt someone just as easily as you'd save someone. When you're hungry, that drives you, so you try to do what you can to keep it at bay. Your morals are sort of in the 'lesser evil' sort of viewpoint. You don't mind stealing, or breaking and entering, because taking what you can would prevent you from attacking people and killing them. At the same time, i think you have a level of resentment for people who have mistreated you and other mutants. If they're going to attack you, why does it matter if you take stuff from them? You're...lonely though. You don't admit it, and don't want it to show, but it sucks living in the sewer and being by yourself. You do it because you feel you have to, not because you necessarily want to. Letting anyone close is dangerous. If they aren't hurt by you, you'll get hurt by them. As much as you are a monster, part of you is still human, and that shapes you and makes you somewhere in between the two." She bit her tongue slightly to stop herself from continuing. Getting the pizza created enough distraction, and she watched as he ate, nodding slightly as he tore into the pizza.

"I'll be fine. The mansion has plenty of food so I'm not worried." She focused on securing the bandages to her arm. They were quickly staining red but hopefully now that the cuts were sealed they'd be able to clot and stop bleeding.

Evelyn seemed to still focus on the good that people could do, that lived in most men and women. Sylar however, was a bit too jaded to recognize this, even in himself. He lived in the dark, clinging to shadows like a safety blanket, and all he could see there was the same darkness that drove him into hiding. Sylar may not have evil or maliscious intent towards humans, but he feared them, that much was set in stone. "I guess living in the dark leaves little room to appreciate the light." Sylar mumbled in response to her. He wasn't sure what to think of Evelyn, a creature so different than himself, maybe soon he would call her friend, but for now, he simply viewed her as a unique presence between the human and mutant communities.

She began to analyze Sylar, something he figured she would do when he asked, but part of him still wondered if he could accept what she would say. She surmised his past, examined his wounds, guessed his inner thoughts, and read him like a book, all of this from their brief time together. Her power was truly impressive, even a bit terrifying. She didn't read minds, but she might as well have. He was surprised to hear the girl refer to him as a lesser evil, but part of him knew that to be the truth. Sylar was not a good person, he stole from people, terrified them, threatened them, all in the name of his own safety, but also those around him, an odd truce to be kept. He laughed, briefly, an odd noise, with a guttural acceptance behind it. "You...are someone to be feared Sherlock. I still don't know if I should be running from you, or desperately trying to stay on your good side." Evelyn knew Sylar maybe even a bit better than he knew himself, which showed just how young and unlearned he still was at this point in his life. "You'll probably be the one to find me when "it" is all that remains." He meant it as referring to that predator inside, a creature that would one day stalk the streets of Manhattan with cannibal intent.

"I imagine you could be very well off if you used that deductive power selfishly you know." He said as he continued munching his large pizza "sandwich" as he thought of it. "Meanwhile all I do is smash doors and bark at people like some Halloween gag." He smiled briefly, part of himself enjoying having been forced into the light by her analysis, if only for tonight. She was right, deep down he did want some kind of attention, to not be alone, if only to recharge his batteries for the years ahead. The sound of his chomping the warm pizza grew louder as he began to eat faster. "I owe you for the Pizza, this is seriously great." He said, thanking her in his own way again. After he ate, he'd probably make a mad dash for the sewers, and find his way back to a lair to sleep it off. He wondered, if he was a lesser evil though, where did Evelyn stand in the world? Here she was feeding a criminal, and one that had assaulted her twice now within a month. "So if I'm evil, what're you Evelyn?" He said, not looking at her, but his voice made it clear he was curious to her opinion on the matter.