Evelyn was a little surprised by the sewer mutant's responses. He was quiet, but when he said something more often than not it held a level of wisdom to it. Although it was hard to hear him speak through all the muttering, she couldn't resist a slight smile at his answer. She wondered if the reverse was just as true. Could someone who lived in the light have little understanding of the darkness?

After her analysis, though, his behavior changed slightly. He laughed. The noise revealed a bit about him; somewhat surprised, perhaps, somewhat accepting. There was a little fear, too, which was almost comical in this situation. All she could do was analyze people's behaviors. She didn't feel like that was something worth being concerned over. The sewer mutant's fangs, claws and tail...that was worth caution. "Well, I don't think you have to try very hard to be on my good side at least. It takes quite a bit to get on my bad side..." She remarked quietly. Even after being attacked by the kid, she was still having a casual conversation with him.

Perhaps her sense of danger wasn't entirely broken. Perhaps it was so acute that she put herself in risky situations because she felt she could predict the outcome, calculate the risks. She learned, adapted. While Sylar himself was not what she'd call dangerous, his inner 'monster' was. Learning which face was Dr. Jekyll, and which was Mr. Hyde, and realizing the difference between the two would be the balance to staying alive. Perhaps Sylar himself was not a monster. He just carried one around with him.

"My luck, I probably will be the one to find you..." She said aloud, and wondered if by them she could understand that darker side of him as well. Memories flickered through her mind of the voice that chased her through the darkness. She wondered if he could sense the flicker of fear that moved through her like an echo of emotions. She was still calm on the outside, but she was more aware of the danger that 'it' possessed. It had been one situation she was fairly certain she couldn't have talked her way out of.

Using her powers selfishly had a certain appeal. Evelyn wouldn't deny that. There were ways to use her abilities for good, and for ill, but she never really did much with either. It didn't mean she hadn't thought of it. "In another life, Mr. Holmes, you would have made a excellent criminal." She recited with a small smile. Her smile wavered slightly at his last question. "I don't know quite what I am. Perhaps somewhere in between the two. You know those silly sayings like 'I'm no devil, but I'm not an angel?' I guess that's sort of where I fall. I don't create trouble, but I don't always stop it. Sometimes I understand too much for my own good. I want to do the right thing, I guess. But sometimes I wonder whose definition of right that would be?" She leaned back against the counter slightly as she considered it. Right and wrong changed depending on whose viewpoint it was. She saw a lot of 'viewpoints'. The question was, which was her own?

Sylar wasn't the most social person, so to him staying on good terms with someone sounded difficult, even if it was Evelyn. "I'll be content if we can just avoid you meeting my bad side again." Sylar said, the guilt and resentment having faded mostly from his voice, her acceptance of him and the situation showing that both of them could move past that little mistake of his. Sylar was somewhat glad though, that the person who saw the monster inside was Evelyn, who was intelligent enough to pull him back from it's clutches long enough to prevent a horrid accident. If it had been a normal person, or even another mutant, he'd probably have ended the night with blood on his hands. He wasn't ready to be that dark, not yet, not if he could still fight it.

Sylar knew exactly what he'd instilled in her, he knew what fear of his form tasted like, smelled like, his senses easily could paint if the picture of how she saw him at the worst moments. "You're smart Evelyn, by then you'd know how to deal with me." Sylar's words were a bit somber, and at that moment, he realized he could probably trust her with that sentiment. Someday he'd be a danger, a monster with no chance for salvation. If anybody could find him, it'd be the intelligent detective with an over abundance of dumb luck. He didn't smile or smirk, because to date only Evelyn knew just how dark Sylar's inner world was.

Having finished a box full of pizza, Sylar like a monkey almost opened the box and sniffed at it, making she he didn't miss anything before moving on to another box. Sylar knew a bit of Doyle's work from his years in librarys, so her quote was indeed fitting, surprising himself that he'd said that without thinking of it. He listened to her description of herself, and continued eating, his stomach never sated. He wasn't surprised at her view of herself, able to see why she remained between the two areas of morality. "Still wishy washy there Sherlock." He retorted jokingly. "You're smart to just stay in the middle." Sylar really did think so, Evelyn could just observe others around her, and react accordingly. Sylar had learned to do that with the physical world around him, but she didn't live like an animal. In the human world, her actions were like his own, allowing her an advantage alot of people not understood.

"Is there a such thing as right?" Sylar asked an impossible question, mostly just to voice his thoughts. "You know, my parents turned to fear and hatred the moment they knew I was a mutant. They felt that was right, and here I am, a creature of hatred, afraid of normal people. And that feels right. Maybe everybody is wrong, and nobody is willing to admit it." He realized he'd delved into philosophy, something he'd given up with his humanity long ago. "You make me think too much Sherlock, here, have some of this pizza already." He lifted a box, thrusting it at her, already half of it's contents oozing onto his other claw.

His bad side.... the memories flickered through her mind like clockwork, and the painful sensation of injuring her arm returned as sharp as when he first attacked her. It was always hard to keep a straight face when the playbacks started up like this. She managed to though as she turned and started putting away the rest of the bandages.

You're smart... His comment brought a small smile to her face and she chuckled slightly as she turned towards him. After the night so far she doubted that 'smart' was a good word to describe her. "Hopefully by then I'll have more than just book smarts. I don't think my street smarts have really improved much since last time we met..." She admitted somewhat more quietly. She moved out of the bathroom and flipped off the light, watching him eat for a moment and nodding at his comments.

Right. She really wasn't sure if there was a right. It was odd though when someone agreed with her on that. "I think it's just up to you to decide what you feel is 'right' I guess. May be wrong to everyone else, but if 'right' is always changing, and you change with it, then there is no way to really have any direction in life. You'd just be...wishy washy." Like her. She accepted the offer of pizza finally, and picked one of the pieces from the box, taking a bite. It was pretty good, for delivery. She wasn't too hungry but it did hit the spot.

The girl could certainly use a sense of danger and street smarts, her ability to walk right into danger was exceptionally high. Though she was also the kind of person to follow the trail left by someone like Sylar, maybe he just naturally provoked her curiosity in a bad way. "I miss reading sometimes. Being a student, but I can't fix that." He said, knowing that the casing around his fingers numbed his sense touch just enough to make reading braille nearly impossible. "As for street smarts, you should probably just pay a little more attention to obviously dangerous situations. Like a monster's lair?" He said jokingly but without a laugh.

For Sylar, right pretty much boiled down to a simple black and white world. Whatever kept him alive was right, his survival instinct had become the driving force in his nature. Living like an animal really eliminated the urge for leisure, and often times the want of social contact. "I read once, that might makes right. I guess growing into this thing, that'll be eventually how I see it." He clenched his free claw again, knowing just how deadly he was becoming with time. He could probably tear a person in two with just brute strength at this point, and that much power was terrifying to wield. "For now, I just do whatever keeps me alive, I think that's the most natural view point." He bit back into his pizza sandwich as Evelyn finally joined him. He'd crushed quite a bit of the food, but there was still enough to sate her appetite as well, he was certain.

Sylar's monstrous hunger finally grew dimmer, fading from it's usual dominance in his mind. "Meeting again started badly, but this is one of the best meals I've had in awhile." He said, his tail swaying behind him quite happily, the deadly appendage looking far too benign on the boy. Who knew why a sewer dwelling teenager loved pizza, but it was certainly a favorite meal of his. "I'd offer to return the favor, but you know." Considering most of Sylar's meals consisted of freshly caught wildlife, or stolen goods. He picked a bit at his teeth as he spoke, his habit of grooming quite awkward when it came to trying to hold a conversation.

Evelyn found it hard to imagine living a life where there were no books. She couldn’t imagine not reading, and it didn’t matter that she knew how the story went and never forgot the book. She still enjoyed sitting down and turning the pages. She felt genuinely sad for Sylar, and frowned, chewing on her pizza little more slowly. ”Honestly, I couldn’t imagine not reading. I don’t know if ‘miss’ would even be the right word if I couldn’t read.” She mused quietly.

His joke made her smile a little though, and she shrugged, chuckling. ”’Obvious’ is sort of a problem for me. Nothing is as obvious in my eyes. What looks obviously dangers to someone is filled with all these contradictory signals of interesting facts and mysteries and honestly, sometimes I think the echoes just want to learn more and drag me along with them.”

Even eating slowly, and in a somewhat ladylike manner, the piece of pizza was almost completely gone. She had little to physically chew on while she processed what he said. ”At least your mutation made you stronger. You don’t have to worry about many people getting the upper hand against you.” She said, almost a little enviously. She didn’t want to be in his situation, living in the sewer, especially since it would keep her from art and reading, writing… But She hated feeling helpless. She would give up a little of her normal life if it meant she could stand on her own two feet.

She nodded her head at his thank you, and finished off her own piece of pizza. ”Don’t worry about it. I like when I can do something useful. Plus, most of my money ended up coming from my parents, and since they were so smug about their opinions of mutants, I think it’s sort of appropriate to make sure I spend it on occasions like this.” She said with a shrug.

Sylar had been a bit of a book worm when he was normal, like many blind people. However, the changes to his mind and lifestyle sort of made reading a secondary interest, until eventually he just forgot about them most of the time. "I read plenty before the change. Not much else to do when you're blind. But animals have little need for books." He didn't sound sad or resentful at the moment, he simply accepted the loss of books as he became more and more feral.

Evelyn would just always be the damsel in distress it seemed. Sylar looked about for any leftovers, and finding none began to pick at his teeth a bit with one of his claws. "Curiosity killed the cat fits you perfectly Sherlock." He retorted, wishing the girl could learn some restraint, but each mutant had their quirks. Sylar didn't like to admit it, but part of him enjoyed the reputation he had, the feeling he got when he managed to scare somebody top side was actually pretty fun, something he figured came from his predatory instincts and a craving to be feared.

She pointed out that at least he got strength from his mutation. It was true, Sylar's physical abilities had all surpassed what was possible for a normal person. He could even rend metal with his bare hands, and probably flip a car if he wanted to. "The strength took some getting used to, first time I used it I shoved a kid straight through a door and into the wall 3 feet away." Sylar flexed one of his arms unconsciously, opening and closing his claw. His strength grew as he did as well, a thought that was kind of intimidating. A human being didn't need this much strength, so what exactly was all this power for?

Sylar realized it probably felt justified to be using her anti-mutie parent's cash on a fellow mutant. "At least you got something from your parents, something useful anyway." Sylar's voice was hollow and dull, the resentment he felt for his parents had passed the passionate stage and just sort of become a constant simmering emotion for him a long time ago. "Are you planning on returning to the Mansion tonight?" Sylar asked because he realized his schedule was quite different than most peoples. At some point Evelyn would need to return home to sleep, where as Sylar wouldn't sleep until the day, when most people were active. Plus he could always ask Evelyn to check on Serena for him.

Animal... it was strange hearing him admit just how he viewed himself. He didn't think he was really a person at this point. Just an 'animal'. Yet, it was hard to argue with that logic when she'd seen the other side of him. That was feral, and it cared little for anything other that satiating it's need to feed. Friends, books, none of that mattered to his inner monster. He just accepted that was how it was going to be.

Curiosity killed the cat... She tried not to shiver at just how right that statement could have been. She wandered places, put herself in danger, but there was little she had to protect herself. She shook her head, and once her companion was done with the empty pizza boxes, she migrated over to the trash can and put them in the bin. She'd make sure it got taken out next time she was at work and nearby. "Cat's have nine lives, and I don't think I have that privilege. If my curiosity kills me...well..." She didn't add more. It would just happen and that would be it.

She watched his claws, arm stinging with pain at just the sight of them. It was one thing to see them, another to feet the painful impact on her skin. She couldn't imagine what his strength could do now. She hoped she'd never find out. "That sounds... painful." She mused aloud. Luckily, she hadn't been unlucky enough to get shoved or thrown by him. In the sewers, that might have been deadly.

She didn't really have a response for the comment about her parents. It was always a sore spot for her, and while a lot of people thought it would be awesome to be rich and have money, she just felt like it was a leash they were still trying to keep on her. Sometimes, she felt they cared. Others, she just felt they were trying to keep her out of the way. She focused on his last question instead. "I'll call a cab to get home tonight. If I see Serena I can try saying hi for you?" She offered, pushing her hair from her face.

Sylar wondered why mutations worked the way they did, he was transforming into a living weapon, and yet avoided most people like they were a plague, meaning he lad little need for his powers most of the time. Where as Evelyn had no power to defend herself with, but wandered into danger so easily. "Maybe you shoulda been a cat mutant instead of a detective." He said with a bit of humor.

Sylar remembered his first bit of transformation, the painful burst of strength as his muscles morphed, becoming inhumanly strong. Though he'd been tormented for years by the boys back in school, he still wondered how much damage he'd done then. And how much damage he could do now. "I'm not sure how bad I hurt him, but he deserved it. John was a jerk to me for years." Sylar said a bit spitefully. He let his claws fall limp again, resting on his knees. "I'm glad I didn't hurt you too bad, hopefully I didn't scar you either." Sylar didn't really have active feelings towards any women, partly due to being blind, but also because of his lifestyle. He did however, know that appearance was important to women, and would be glad to not ruin Evelyn's.

Sylar's family had been middle class, he wasn't spoiled, but monetarily, he'd had everything he needed as a child. It was mostly the lack of sincere affection and compassion that he'd missed out on from his parents. A cab meant he didn't need to escort or worry about her making it home. He would have followed her if she'd been walking, he'd done enough damage to her during the night, no need to let her risk something else happening. He perked up a bit at Serena's name. "Yeah um...thanks." He mumbled out in response. He looked away a bit, almost as if boring a hole in the wall with his eyes. He felt a bit weird feeling excited over her offer. "Maybe if I'd met you guys sooner, I wouldn't have turned out so feral and weird." He looked down at his claw once again, wondering what it really looked like.

Sylar's attempt at humor was unexpected, and drew a laugh from the fair haired mutant as she shook her head. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a detective either. I don't think being nosy alone qualifies you for that position." She felt like she was starting to talk in circles as the night wore on, and her exhausted body was starting to effect her exhausted brain.It was probably about time to get home before she started babbling nonesense. Sleep deprivation was starting to catch up.

"There are some things I think are better left not knowing. What happened, and if you hurt that kid bad, or not, not going to change it. I guess that's just my take on it." She felt like she was being repetitive again. She took a moment to fish under the bathroom sink for a trashbag, then tossed the empty pizza boxes in. She tried to smile reassuringly to Sylar though. "The mansion has a healer, so I'll be ok. It probably looks worse than it is anyway." She remarked. It was sort of nice that he was concerned though, even if his voice didn't give away as much emotions as a normal human.

She did catch the emotions in his next comments though, and shrugged, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Maybe. But maybe you will come back from this. It's hard to really guess. Sometimes you just have to wait and see." She tied the trash bag up, then moved and plopped it by the front door. She'd take care of it once Sylar left, then try to get a cab to head home.

Maybe she was just nosy, but her abilities alone allowed her to bump into Sylar twice, who alot of people thought was just an urban legend. Mostly because Sylar went to good lengths to be left alone. "You've done better than the police, at least at bumping into me twice." Sylar moved to the window, staring outside into the night. It was about time to head back underground and pick a spot to sleep for tomorrow. Sylar didn't feel guilty about hurting John back then, though he didn't want to hurt anyone now. For now, fighting the urge to hurt others was his top priority, next to staying fed.

"I had no intention to hurt you." He claimed, which was honest, even if his instincts conflicted with his conscious desires. "It gets harder to fight past the beast every time I lose myself, so lets avoid another night like tonight." He said, both as a joke and as a serious warning. Evelyn and Sylar could be friends, but being friends with Sylar meant learning how to avoid the vicious animal he lived with inside his mind. Perhaps he needed to pick some spots just to contain himself if he was starting to lose it, far away from Evelyn, her home, and the Mansion and it's inhabitants. "That or maybe I need to start robbing pizza places." He said with a bit of a smirk, his mood quite good after the meal.

His tail swished behind him, his body ready to find a den for the night. "I'll head back into the sewers then." Sylar said without turning to look at Evelyn. Eye contact didn't mean much to a blind kid, so instead he just left her with a blunt good bye. He fell to the ground with a good thud, turning to look at the street before he left. He yelled back up at her window incase she was still paying attention. "You really should be more careful though Sherlock, before your luck runs out." With that Sylar moved for a manhole, vanishing beneath the ground and from the world above. He quickly sprinted off, leaving the area and making for one of his lairs some blocks away.