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[ Peter's had enough. He's tired of trailing after the shadows of Sylar like it'll get him anywhere and he's done this already. It got old the first time he got shoved off a rooftop. It got even older the... second? time he helped kill Sylar. And now? He's just over it. Long past over it. And he's not going to apologize for his behavior.

Which is why he's now taking a page out of Claire's handbook. Especially since he's figured a certain something out.

... Peter's seated plainly at a table, a rather large kitchen knife laying in front of him. You know, one of those you see running rampant in horror movies. ]

Hey, Sylar.

[ He smiles plainly, picks up said knife and waves it in front of the comm, his other hand resting palm side down on the table. ] You paying attention?

[ A second later, no hesitation, he slams it into the back of his hand, barely managing a flinch in the process. Though he doesn't look particularly comfortable when he goes about twisting it around. For. Y'know. Posterity's sake. Keeping Sylar's interest is important, here. Another few seconds and he pulls it back out, tossing the knife to clatter on the table. Shoving his palm into the screen of the comm device, it only takes a second or two for the wound to begin healing, knitting itself together until it's gone completely, leaving behind tracks of blood.

Wiping his hand off on his jeans, he looks rather expectantly at his comm, completely blase. ] So. Interested in talking yet? Or do I still have to come find you.

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[ But what if he already has, Mitch. What then!? ]

I don't want to, no. I already know enough people who managed it.

[ Then they're in the same boat... ]

Yeah. So do we all. It never looks like it's worth it.

Except for when it does. Not that last resorts are ever all that appealing.

Last resorts are just that. The last resort. They have...unintended complications. Unintended consequences.

Doesn't everything?

Planning carefully tends to help avoid those.

My, uh- future self. One of them, probably. Still me, at the end of the day. Went on about the butterfly effect. Tried to plan everything to the letter. Easier when you can do what he can.

He still got things wrong.

Of course. You can never get everything right.

But you can do the most you can. Remove as many chances for error as you can.

[ Aaaand then watch as shit still gets fucked up? That's where you're going with this right? ]

And then hope for the best. [ Hah. Funny. ]

Well no. You watch it, you're careful, you do everything you can. There's no hope. You have to fucking be on task with this kind of thing.

Hoping means you're not actively involved throughout the whole process.

I was being sarcastic. Removing yourself from the situation means you're watching it go by like a trainwreck of dominoes. You're just as much of the equation as anything else.