I can take you anywhere you want to go. Paris. London. How 'bout Japan? And I can be anyone you want me to be. If your fantasy is exotic…Or more run of the mill…Or something more familiar. If that's what you're into.
The gears stopped whirring in Sylar's head. He cocked his head. Now there's a first, he thought.
Loathe though he was to admit it, Candace's little slideshow hit a chord at the very end.
In a species full of unworthy bottom-dwellers, who else would be a worthy partner…but himself?
He stood. Abruptly and with more force than Candace had expected, and she stepped back. But the look of fear was most unwelcome on that face she was currently wearing, and Sylar swore he'd never see it there again.
He picked up a mug, and made quick work of the shape-shifter. Her power was his power, and now, he decided to play.
No one's going to be around for a while. And no one deserves this brief vacation more than I do.
Soon he was staring at himself again, but this time there were slight, key alterations. You see, while witnessing himself being less than perfection would be difficult, being in the company of someone equal to him would be near unbearable.
His duplicate wore much less clothing, for starters. His eyes, a shade or two lighter than Sylar's own bottomless pits. And his body was whole, not riddled with stitches and holes as the first man's. On a second thought…there. Now neither of them had any visible scars or injuries.
Outside of this, Gabriel Gray's doppelganger was a mirror image of his designer. Well toned, piercing glare, and a slowly creeping smirk.
Yes. This would be a night to remember.