--2 days later--
"That's...incredible." said Sylar at last as he looked into Dorian's eyes. "You can really do all that?"
"Pretty much." said Dorian, shifting her arm slightly. They were both laying on the bed in what was 'Nathan's' apartment. Dorian had just finished telling Sylar the extent of her ability, which stretched pretty far.
"You learned all that control in India? From Chandra?"
Dorian nodded. "He helped me a lot. More than I realized at first."
Sylar was battling now with the hunger that seemed to roar in his chest, but now, something was more powerful than it. For the first time since he had tried to hang himself, a wave of guilt washed over him. He had killed the closest thing that Dorian had had to a father since she had caused her own father's death... Why had she brought him back..? "Did you know?" he asked her suddenly.
"Know what?" asked Dorian curiously.
"What I've done...who I've killed.." he said slowly.
"Was a little obvious. "Sylar". The name of that watch you were always tinkering with, whenever i came around." she stroked a loose lock of hair off of his forehead. "I knew. And I.. blamed myself in way."
"As soon as I came back from India, I hid myself away. Literally went underground, I severed all my personal contacts... I was afraid something would happen because they were connected to me... I kept thinking if I had actually come back, I could have changed something."
Sylar's brow furrowed for a moment as he tenderly tucked a curl behind her ear. "Don't blame yourself." he said. "It wasn't your fault, in any way."
Dorian felt herself smile, and was about to respond, when there was a knock on the door.
"Nathan, you in there? It's Peter." came Peter Petrelli's voice from behind the door.
When Dorian looked back at Sylar, he had shifted into Nathan, clothes and all. "That was fast." she said.
"Reflex." said Sylar. He thought for a moment, and smiled. "I have an idea. Hand me that robe."
...TO BE CONTINUED...