Oh. She supposed she'd skipped that part of the explanation. Words and timeframes were sort of slipping together and colliding in her head, even as she struggled to keep them all straight. She was so far out of her element as to be more than a little disorienting, and she tried to keep herself focused back in, now that she'd achieved her second aim of the day.
"The only reason any of us are still alive is because he was still finding it amusing to torture me," she said quietly, holding on to his hand a little bit like a lifeline, taking some sort of assurance in the fact that he seemed to know what to do. Whether he approved or disapproved of her choice didn't matter as much as it might have any other day. She knew Samuel better than any of the rest of them. She knew what needed doing, there. "The moment he realized the game was up...we'd all be dead. I had to stop him from that, or from doing something to harm Sylar." The tea Sylar could recover from.
She ran her free hand through her somewhat tangled hair. "Is there something we can do to keep him from jumping bodies again, before we go in? Keep him from taking control of Peter or one of us, if we start in getting him out of Sylar?" A slight shudder ran over her. "I don't want him any more in me than..." He'd already been. She looked away, cutting the thought off, switching it. "We need to make sure he's contained."
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Date: 2010-11-13 11:44 pm (UTC)"The only reason any of us are still alive is because he was still finding it amusing to torture me," she said quietly, holding on to his hand a little bit like a lifeline, taking some sort of assurance in the fact that he seemed to know what to do. Whether he approved or disapproved of her choice didn't matter as much as it might have any other day. She knew Samuel better than any of the rest of them. She knew what needed doing, there. "The moment he realized the game was up...we'd all be dead. I had to stop him from that, or from doing something to harm Sylar." The tea Sylar could recover from.
She ran her free hand through her somewhat tangled hair. "Is there something we can do to keep him from jumping bodies again, before we go in? Keep him from taking control of Peter or one of us, if we start in getting him out of Sylar?" A slight shudder ran over her. "I don't want him any more in me than..." He'd already been. She looked away, cutting the thought off, switching it. "We need to make sure he's contained."