"You are him in everyway, so it seems that you also will thirst for blood, son. But even so I'll love you as much as any mother can."
The tiny face, which is his father's face in all but the baby blue eyes, with miniature hands reaching for me just smiles always not knowing where he came from and who he would become.
"Let's not worry about all that just yet, my little soldier, for now you still have your innocence."
"Will you have me, El? Even after all that I did to you?"
Unlike all the men before him rather then begging on one knee, pulling out the tears and the diamond rings (that end up in a red box by the hundreds), he comes with blood still lining his finger nails.
(talking of family while plotting the death of someone else's)
"Do I really have a choice?"
Greedy lips, which will whisper words of love, then turn to murder once again, and arms that would one day try to end me one more time sallow me up.
(and this time I believe will be the last, one can only die so many times)
"Thank you, El, thank you so damn much. You won't regret it."
He let me free for the moment, it won't be long before those arms come back and try to crush the breathe out of me, and put Noah to sleep hoping he would dream of anything but the boogieman, his very own father.
(watching once again for the spark of evil that Sylar shows oh-so well)
"I already do."