Sylar blinked slightly, looking around the room he was sitting in, before looking at Dorian again. "....Dorian?" he detto slowly. His dark eyes studied hers. "Is it really you?"

Dorian nodded. "Yes, Gabriel." she said. "It is."

Sylar stood slowly, looking at his hands. He remembered everything. "...they trapped me." he detto in a cold voice, his eyes cold as well. "in essence, they killed me. And felt nothing for doing it." he looked up at her.

"Can te blame them?" she asked. "All that te have done to hurt them, and te expect to get off scott-free?"

Sylar blinked. "Why free me then?" he asked. "Why set loose a killer?" he stepped towards her menacingly.

"What was it, that I always used to say to you, Gabriel?"

Sylar paused for a few moments, his mind reeling. "...Everything---"

"---happens for a reason. Good. Bad. Everything. Nathan Petrelli is dead. His soul is gone. Making te think that te were Nathan, was not bringing him back. It almost made it worse."

Sylar nodded slowly. "So....what is your intention?" he asked. "What do te want to... do with me?"

Dorian raised one of her thin dark eyebrows. "Intention?" she asked. "What do te mean?"

Sylar took a step towards her. "You brought me back, from whatever I was in, locked away inside of Nathan. Why?"

"As I said, Nathan Petrelli is dead. te saw to that." her light eyes were alight like silver in the sun. "Should I have another reason?"

"I am a killer." he detto to her. "I know te know it. I can see it in your eyes."

"I know, Gabriel."

"My name is Sylar!" he detto suddenly. "Gabriel Gray is gone. He died a long time ago."

"I don't think he did." she detto simply. "I think he's più like te were in Nathan."

Sylar raised his eyebrows. "What are te talking about?"

"Locked away. te can control your ability, Gabriel. I know te can."

"Even if I could, what would it change?" he asked her. "I have taken più lives than te can imagine."

"I've taken più lives than te have." she detto in a hollow voice.

Sylar blinked slightly. "You...what?"

Dorian sighed. "Few years ago. A building collapsed without reason. te remember that?"

Sylar nodded. "Of course I do... that happened the same giorno that te were attacked, sent to the hospital."

Dorian nodded. "The building was structurally sound. An earthquake would not have brought it down."

Sylar's brow furrowed slightly. "Then how-"

"Me."

Sylar blinked. "You...?" he asked slowly. "But how..?"

"My ability." she said. "I Lost control, when I was attacked. That's why the building collapsed. I did it."

Sylar blinked, swallowing slightly, the hunger suddenly rising in his chest. That ability... that power... "All that time... te had an ability... and te never told me?"

"I never told any one. Other than my father. He had an ability as well, of course."

Sylar nodded slowly. "And me... did te know that I had an ability?"

"I thought te may." detto Dorian. "Though I wasn't a hundred percent sure. I didn't want to say it, unless I was sure."

Sylar nodded again, looking into her light eyes. He sat slowly, his mind suddenly becoming overflown with all of his memories of Dorian... spending time together, her father's birthday, his birthday, her birthday.... seeing her lying on that hospital bed... "Someone told me.... that people... they never really change... that they can't change..." his brown eyes went to Dorian's silvery ones. "Do you...agree..?"

Dorian's eyes did not leave his. "Yes."


...TO BE CONTINUED...