He smiles gently. “That’s good. Wouldn’t want you to disappear from the world yet, my dear.” Observing her wings, Sylar hums softly. He is taken aback but the shock rolls off him. “Those are new. Well, probably old if you’ve had them since we first met.” He pauses. “They’re beautiful.”
“‘Mm ‘m a little harder to kill than most humans.” Again she noticed the way she separated herself from the rest and resisted the urge to sigh. “‘S kind of a long story,” she murmured as she caught a feather between her fingers and gave him a small smile. “You ever hear of Nephilim?”
Sylar noted the separation but shrugged it off. He was no longer human himself, considering his mental state. He had no use for trivial emotions like judgement. Not any longer. “I have all the time in the world. If you are willing to tell it.” He thought for a moment, trying to access parts of his memory that he hadn’t touched in a long time. “Just legends. What about them?”





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