V [VISUAL/LOCATION: OSTEN/SHELLEY LINE] NO ON REMAINS QUITE WHAT HE WAS WHEN HE RECOGNIZES HIMSELF

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There was little that could be said about Gabriel's day so far. He'd woken up, gotten dressed, gotten something to eat, and then made his way out of the Sanctuary For All in order to head back to his shop and clean up the few loose ends that had been left dangling while he'd been making sure that Peter didn't end up killing himself from over activity the last few days. With the other man all patched up, there was no reason that he had to stick around constantly now. But he was only intending on popping out for an hour or so as it was.

He wasn't sure what had happened mid-way through the stream of his plan. He'd been perfectly content when he'd sat down on the trolley from Osten to Shelley, but by the time that he had arrived at his destination, Gabriel's entire attitude had shifted. The meekness had seeped out of his character. He'd reached up and removed the glasses that had been perched on the end of his nose with so much force that he nearly snapped them in two. And as he fished his tablet out of his pocket, electricity crackled on his hands, provoked by the sheer intensity of his anger.

As he flipped on the visual function of the tablet, Sylar's rage was more than clear on his facial features as he demanded in a voice that was very much not the timid Gabriel Gray that he had been for the past few weeks, "I want to talk to whoever's in charge of this place and its sick little jokes. Now."

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"Not especially, no," Sylar said as offered her a sheepish smile. He liked himself the way that he was now, really. Gabriel was far too severely weak, and as much as Sylar could be over the top sometimes, he did like being strong and confident far more than he liked being scared of his shadow. "I can be who I am without being... Well, that."

He'd proven it before, after all. He was able to balance the darker part of himself with his gentler persona. And there wasn't any Bennet here to upset that this time.

But then something occurred to him that left him briefly staggered as he glanced bnack down at the tablet, a soft frown crossing his features as he asked, "...are you?"

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There was a long pause, during which she thought about it. Did she prefer the man standing in front of her to the man he had once been? It was something she had considered long and hard during the time that he was Gabriel, and she was reconsidering it even now that he had returned to his original state.

"I don't want to dwell in the past," she finally answered. "It's - there's things there that I don't want to look at."