It was white and pure, spreading from her fingers like fire.
It hurt like a hundred needles, over and over again, but I withstood it, for her.
Such a small person and such a lot of anger held within her, she was bursting with it.
I'm there, always at her side, holding her sparking hands until mine melt away.
She pushes away, kills me over and over again, trying to make me leave just like everyone, but I just stand there.
She cries rambles on about Sylar, trying to get her brain.
Daddy turning her into what she is.
Mohinder being too cute, Adam being too cold, and me being too good, too good for her.
I hold her, wiping away the tears, the white burning hot fading away and she's staying with me, in my arms forever.
"You're too good for me, my little El."