You Better Git! (Sylar)

Emily listened intently to Sylar’s words, nodding intently. She then remembered the mutant was blind to her. This was not a time for words, so she wrapped her arm around him more, giving a tight squeeze. She hoped he could feel it through his tough outer shell, both literally and figuratively.

“Life was easier before I changed. I was a slave. My father was dead and my mother was taken from me. My uncle was trying to force me to be his mistress. When I refused, he killed me.” She was being perfectly honest. “After I died, I didn’t know what to do, what was expected of me. I became a monster that had to hide from my old friends and acquaintances. The little things you enjoy, like waking up and then rolling over to go back to sleep. Or the sweet smell of apple pie. Those are gone. All gone.”

It was weird to talk about all this. Emily always tried to stay positive and boisterous. Life was too long to dwell on the past. The woman had pushed out her memories and refused to think about them. Now here she was retelling them to an almost complete stranger.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad or compare my past to yours. I’m just saying that even though you had it bad, doesn’t mean you have to be bad…I guess. I’m not one to judge.” She shrugged again. “Sometimes I think about how things would be easier if I didn’t care about what others thought of me.”