She made an excellent point. Why hadn't he run? Sylar was usually gone long before the police ever showed up to anything, to the point that for awhile even some of the cops used to say he was a ghost story. This was just adding fuel to the small fire he was trying to put out with the police department. The boy clenched his side in frustration as he realized he was getting too attached to other mutants, every time one was in trouble or making a fuss he seemed to wander right into it. Stupid move Sylar, very stupid.

She said she was trying to protect him. He nearly laughed, but he refrained as he spoke. "Thanks but I don't think I need protection. I stay out of sight for a reason." Sylar couldn't admit that ultimately his enforced solitude was often because he innately was afraid of hurting people around him, or worse, eating them. "Seems we both had a misguided need to save the other mutant." Roach's odd acts of kindness towards mutants was rubbing off on Sylar, what a bummer.

His side had stopped bleeding now, the pressure of his claw and his powerful body quickly sealing the wound. The boy brought his claw away from the wound, the small stain of blood on it quickly licked away as the boy cleaned his claw. It seemed Aura felt the need to share, which Sylar listened to, even if his eyes seemed like they were ignoring her. They shared a similar emergence it seemed, as Sylar's powers first started at school as well, though his life afterword wasn't nearly as dark as Aura's it would seem. So she was raised as a child soldier? How miserable, or at least Sylar thought so. The idea of murder, and not feeling anything over it terrified him, especially since his subconscious mind constantly seemed to want to push him into that very act.

His tail swished a bit in frustration as he thought about the similarity between him and Aura, especially if just one event in his life had gone a different way. "You...scare me. Not your power really, but the way you use it so easily. When I think what I would have been if I'd been in your shoes..." Sylar stopped for a moment, feeling that dark churn in his guts, that urge to eat. "But at least you became a soldier, you can choose who to hurt. I need Roach to help me stay in check. And you should really try not to cause too much trouble for him either, he does good work for the mutants around her." Though he'd been gone for awhile now, leaving Sylar to wonder if perhaps he needed to find a new place to live or a new way to train himself.

At least he was probably safe around her if she was a mutant supremacist like Roach was. Unless more cops showed up, which he noted to himself to bail if that happened. She mentioned something about eating dogs, which was oddly another experience Sylar shared with Aura. "And it's weird isn't it, you steal one cocker spaniel and everyone loses their minds."

"It is rare when i have a partner. Still Saving other's of our kind is what i do. The more we can do today, the less the mutants being born today will have to bear when they emerge." she said believing rescuing others like them was never misguided, even if got her killed. It was a weakness of hers in a way and she knew it might one day be used against her.

She scared him? Then their was hope for the guy yet. "The key to being a good solider is to always obey orders. Your own feelings, wants and morals don't matter. I killed whoever my orders told me to. Orders are orders, even suicidal ones." she said wanting to correct his interpretation of being a solider. Roach kept him check? Now that was interesting. "Be grateful you have not experienced what i have, but i must ask what do you need to keep in check?" she asked believing she knew already but not really sure what else to talk to him about.

"I'll talk with Roach next time i see him. Roach is a far better person then I and while i regret causing him trouble, i can not say their won't be more. We all must do our part for our people. Their are some who must let her hand's run crimson so that others may walk with clean hands" she said knowing full well Roach would not approve of her future plans. She had no idea how to achieve them yet and even with a good plan she had doubt she could win.

She laughed, perhaps a bit louder then she should have. She liked this Mutant quite a bit. Sylar was nieve but a good person. "They do taste better then people, of course most things do. Bear I Like bear quite a bit though killing it can be annoying." she said having not had Bear meat in a long time. She had used herself as bait to do it.

As they kept walking she looked over at him again. "You ever need help, i can be found or contacted through Sanctuary. Your more durable then most but the offer stands. More so now that the cop's might start looking for you" she said feeling slightly guilty that her own reputation would likely encourage the police on that. Since she was very dangerous police tended to assume those near her were as well.

A partner? What a foreign phrase for Sylar, he barely had any friends, and even his friends had to be afraid of him, or at least Evelyn did, he'd nearly attacked the girl thrice. "Brawling with cops helps muties? I mean me personally the less attention on mutants means the less attention of me, I'd prefer they just ignore us, or better, stay wary." Sylar sometimes sounded almost like a self hating type, but it wasn't hate so much as bitterness, his condition made him a loner, and deep down he had a personality that wanted social interaction.

Merciless scared Sylar, an unwavering will to easily do something questionable scared Sylar, and Aura read exactly like that. She could kill men or assault police at a moments notice, and if Sylar did such a thing, the world would become a much scarier place. All that was keeping humanity from having a true predator once more was the boy's aversion to violence, and even that was beginning to waver. She questioned what he would need to control, and the boy stopped for a moment, turning his blind eyes to focus on hers for just a second. "This, I have to keep it in check." He said as he tapped one of his claws onto his other arm, the hardened flesh making an almost metallic click as they met. "I don't have what it takes to be a soldier, just a monster, and I don't want to be one." He refrained from explaining just how monstrous he could be, since talking about cannibalism with other people wasn't something most people could stomach.

"He's been...busy, so I"m kind of just watching his turf for him till he needs me. I guess that's what a body guard does right?" Sylar still wasn't able to realize he was more of an enforcer in training than a bodyguard, after all what does an immortal care for a guard? She sounded like some sort of sociopathic martyr, which was itself a contradiction, but Sylar didn't really care. His own morals were gray at best, so if this woman wanted to murder for mutant kind, he wasn't about to stick his neck before her.

When she mentioned a taste better than people, Sylar's body tensed up noticeably. "You've eaten a person?" He questioned, and not in the way that someone totally surprised would do, but more like a "you too?" kind of tone. Sylar had never seen nor thought of eating a bear, dogs, squirrels, and the rare deer were more his current forte. They cleared the area, and the pace of their walk was a bit more casual now as they both seemed to realize they were in the clear after that little fiasco.

Sylar shrugged a bit, he'd been told Sanctuary could help him before, though he hadn't taken up the offer yet, or needed it. "I've been there a few times, but I don't linger, i'm not much for crowds." He smirked just a little at being called durable. "I suppose I am, but I can always just vanish for a bit, they know better than to come looking for me down in the sewers. Nobody messes with me in my own world." The implied ownership wasn't something of pride though, more melancholic. Sylar might have his own turf, but it was nothing to be proud off, not like living in the Mansion or even having a bunk at the Sanctuary. "Maybe just try not to start a war with the NYPD, I'd prefer them not to start bringing out the real guns." The last thing Sylar needed was swat teams looking for him.

No brawling with police did not help anyone, in fact Aura thought to herself it likely did the opposite for her anyway. The police that survived would know she was back and even if they were stupid their superiors would know. "They will be very wary now, they know im back they might not even care you were thare" she said trying to reassure him though she was not entirely sure of her words. "I intended to stay under the radar longer but i have never been good at not protecting our kind. Even if i die, as long as he mutant lives, thats what matters." she said

Aura laughed when he called himself a monster. "You a monster? You lose control and have killed what a dozen people? The fact your scared of that proves your no monster.No your just somone who lacks control over their actions. The fact you consider yourself a monster is the very thing that pisses me off about these humans. You are a person who should be helped control your mutation" she said shaking her head. He was very nieve. " A monster feels nothing when she kills and simply moves on to the next target. A monster looks at everyone she meets and considers their strengths, weak points for when she might need to kill them later. A monster kills her friends simply becuse she was ordered to. Those were not the first police i have killed and they very likely wont be the last. Im repsonabile for at least four major massacres in this city alone. Beleive me kid you might think your a monster but i write you the textbook and autograph it." she replied glancing one at her hands. Their really was alot of blood on them.

A bodyguard? Roach needed no such thing, but she had a feeling she got the angle he was working with Sylar. Inch him a long untill he was immersed in the fight. "Use to eat them a few times a month back when i lived in the forest. Always hated the flavor though" she said with a shrug and in a tone that made it clear the idea was normal for her.

"Their is always someone who can take you on in your home. Humans would be foolish, but know the police field mutant agents as well. Traitors to our kind they maybe some of them are strong. Their is also the drug M, which can give humans powers like us but at terrible cost." she said highlighting why the beautiful creature before her was wrong. "War is coming, maybe not while we live or maybe it will be but the humans will try and wipe everyone of us out eventually. It's just a matter of time." she said with a sad sigh, looking up torward the sky for a moment.

Sylar was always wary of police, sure most of them gave up easily when chasing him, after all Sylar was mostly seen as a nuisance or fictitious depending on who you asked. And even once they let him go apparently, something Evelyn had done to make them drop his capture. But he respected what they did and what they could do, police had guns, and if they wanted to, big guns, and Sylar didn't feel like dodging bullets or worse learning to catch them with his armor. If Aura would push them that far into the red, he might just have to vanish for a bit, live up to his "legend" status and become a ghost. "You're a little like Roach aren't you? Not even a second thought for normals, but meet a mutant and he's suddenly a tea drinking gentleman. Not every mutant is a member of the cause though." Sylar hadn't had any trouble with mutants himself, at least none that he hadn't just caused through confusion, but he wasn't about to believe every mutant was potential friend or family.

His tail swished back and forth a bit as Aura refuted his claim and explained herself. It seemed they both have a negative self image, she'd simply accepted hers and assimilated it, something Sylar couldn't seem to do because of how terrifying it would turn out. "I guess our definitions differ. You sound like a soldier, cold and merciless. But I can respect that sort of will power." He clenched one of his claws, remembering the one time he actually killed someone, because he'd been told to, just like a soldier...

"Not a dozen, just one, some normal scum Roach had held up at the apartment. Just a stab right through his guts, my tail is like a spear ya know? Went through him like butter..." Sylar remembered that awful snikt noise, the gurgle as fluid escaped around his tail, and the faint warmth he felt through his boney tail as he pulled it free from the mans chest with an awful plop. "It was easy enough, Roach told me it was ok. But it wasn't that part that bothered me actually, in fact it really was easy. Like squashing a bug..." Sylar felt his mind go numb, as if his thoughts were not his own and he'd been pushed aside.

It was the part that came later that scared Sylar more than anything. "A monster isn't heartless Aura, or at least mine isn't. The next day Roach and I ate that man. I had no idea until he told me but I remember the taste..." Sylar had long since vanished as he finished the memory, the creature looking out through his blind eyes was a Boogeyman, a creature of fear and malice. "And it tasted good...better than anything I'd had in years. And every day I look at them, and see the warmth flowing through their veins and smell the taste on their skin and all I can think is the world is full of that taste, and how much I'd just like to eat..." Sylar stopped himself, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment and his gut churning in disgust. "But people aren't food, they're not supposed to be...I have to fight that, I need to hold back."

Sylar sped up a bit, putting some distance between himself and Aura as he walked, afraid of what he didn't know, but his gut felt spooked and he just wanted to vanish into the shadows. "I guess I'm afraid of a war if that's what you want. The smell...of blood and chaos brings out the worst in everyone, and my worst shouldn't be allowed to show." Sylar wasn't a soldier, he was a weapon, and if someone with a will were to use that weapon, he'd lose what little good he'd fought so hard to collect. He'd hate to disappoint his friends, or worse, fail to protect his new home while his boss was away.

"I guess I'm just a coward...but that's what keeps me alive. Better to live in the shadow than fight for some light I can't even see." He mumbled, dragging his claw along the wall as he tried to figure out where they'd ended up.

SHe was a little like roach she guessed. Both them fought for their kind and both saw normal humans to be wastes of space. "No, not every mutant, which is sad but for the best. Not everyone can be made for war and the fewer of us that need to get use to it, the better. " she said knowing it was much to late for some of them. Aura found peace in combat and like several other she knew even reviled in it.

"pray is simply an animal a predator can catch below him in his food chain. WHen nature created mutants Humans lost their status atop the food chain to our people. Basically they are lower on the food chain then we are and as such acceptable sources of food if you enjoy the flavor. Killing and eating are very natural things." Aura saw no reason why her new freind should not enjoy killing and eating people if he enjoyed it. This was why she was trying to encourage him on that path.

"People are easily killed, more so when you learn where each vital organ is. You don't look the type to have those issues though" she said looking over him again. He really was a wonderful looking mutant. A bit nieve but she had been once to, atleast she hoped she had.

"Humans are nothing more then walking bags of meat. Maybe you should just eat but give your more wild side time to play and stretch" she said thinking it might help him control his mutation better if he had an outlet for such behaviors.

War it was what she wanted but she had no idea if mutant kind was ready for that poath. Ready for all the horrors that came with it. Most likely were not ready and some never would be. "I would be more worried had you said it did not scare you. Fear makes no one a coward. I wouldn't mind war, but muts\ant kind is nbot quite ready for that yet" she said deciding not to mention in the past moondragon labs had done the same thing.

Sylar couldn't get behind this idea of just taking on the world, it was so much humanity against so few mutants. Most mutants looked human enough to get by, not like they'd want to change the status quo they got to enjoy, but Sylar couldn't certainly see why someone like Aura or Roach would see themselves above humanity. Even Sylar was leagues more powerful than any one person, but they were many, and he might as well be one, or less than a dozen if he counted the people he actually cared about.

However his gut did like the idea of being a predator, the feel of hunting the few times he'd done it had nearly sent him into a daze. It was as if he'd been made to do just that, prey on humans. A creature clad in knives and pitch as the night, Sylar could sneak around this city so easily once the sun went down, and none of the buildings had any hope of keeping him out, a whole city of fish stuck in a barrel with a shark. But a boy couldn't be a monster, because he knew how scary he could be, like handing out a god's power to a child is what being a mutant felt like.

"I don't know that just because you can is a valid reason to just give in. You're just one person, I'm just one person. Killing them sounds like stirring up a wasp nest, sure I could stomp some of them, but I'd rather not get stung however many times just to look down on them. Even if you think mutants should stick together...even most of us look like them. And they look just as much like food to me as the humans do."

Sylar let his worthless eyes stare at Aura for a moment, gauging the shape of her thermal image. She was slender and slightly shorter than he was, and her form was every bit as human as the rest of them. His other senses told him the same, just like everyone else.

Sylar flexed one of his claws a bit, looking at the oddly shaped appendage, it's fingers long than Aura's, and thinner, his heat disrupted by the plates of carapace attached to his flesh. "I know how easy it would be. Like you said, I'm not the type to die easily, heck I'm pretty sure most of me is bullet proof. But if I cut loose, what's to stop me from killing your type too? You can see the difference between them and us, but I can't. I'm blind after all."

Sylar pointed at his eyes, though in the night time Aura might not realize that his eyes were coated with a web of flesh that acted like the pits of a snake. Sylar couldn't see Aura's face, nor notice the color of her hair or the style of her attire. To him she was just another human shaped blob of oranges and reds. "Do you really think it's alright to just give up what humanity we might have? I'm already a thief and a murderer. Who's responsible if I just become an animal?"

"How can you be a predator but not end up devouring the wrong prey?"

Sylar asked, his lack of wisdom or confidence leaving him to seek out the opinion of someone stronger than himself.

"The war will come weather we stand up and fight it or let the next generation deal with it or maybe the one after that. Humanity and Mutant kind will fight some day and theirs little anyone can do to stop that." she said looking up while she spoke. While she knew what her past was now their were parts she believed from the teachings.

"To knock down a building humans need a machine and crew and yet i know many mutants who could do the same job in seconds. WHy pay $10,000 when you can pay $2000 for the same work? Humans and Mutants will fight because we will take their jobs, their purpose and because their will always be a Mutant whose better at the task and can likely do it cheaper. " she said simply. Humans would not be able to stand for their loss of work, their loss of being able to provide for themselves.

If you lost such control and began endangering enough mutants I would first try and talk you away from such act's. If not then i would try and neutralize you without killing, then i would end your threat quickly, efficiently and quietly if no other oprions were available. I Do not like having to kill other's of our kind, but our people must prevail and survive. SO she may rest assured that if you ever did become a threat it would only be for a short time." she said like her words should be comforting. To Aura it really was that simple, Mutant deaths were regrettable but they would happen.

"We are Mutants, Humanity is something we lost they say our powers burned forth. As for the wrong and right pray, that's no different then selecting a steak at the supermarket from pork. We all have our pray, you stalk and observe before you kill. Sometimes we make mistakes in our pray and all we can do is try as hard as we can not to do so again. " she said not really having an answer she felt adequacy to his question.