It was painful, though he did little more than grunt as the electricity jumped across abused nerves. One of his last, truly coherent thoughts was gratitude that Sylar had gone for him first and the hope that House did the smart thing and kept running.
For other people the sense of having something alien in their mind, thoughts that didn't feel like their own, would be disorienting. But this was Will's never ending reality and he was very experienced at unwinding what was himself and what was other.
In other circumstances, there would have been some sympathy for the sheer weight of the loneliness he felt. He knew what that deep desire to be understood, to be seen and validated, felt like. But Sylar had attacked, and House was probably being an idiot and trying to stay close.
For that brief period, before Sylar disappeared, Will drove back along the lines that connected them. He pulled on darkness cultivated over years of taking it on board, twisted it like an energy of his own and then focused it through the lens of Hannibal's dangerous psychological games.
'Force people, like an angry child stomping his feet because the ADULTS ARE TALKING. Validate? How can people validate empty space? You don't validate what doesn't exist, and you have no personality you call your own in order to be REAL.
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For other people the sense of having something alien in their mind, thoughts that didn't feel like their own, would be disorienting. But this was Will's never ending reality and he was very experienced at unwinding what was himself and what was other.
In other circumstances, there would have been some sympathy for the sheer weight of the loneliness he felt. He knew what that deep desire to be understood, to be seen and validated, felt like. But Sylar had attacked, and House was probably being an idiot and trying to stay close.
For that brief period, before Sylar disappeared, Will drove back along the lines that connected them. He pulled on darkness cultivated over years of taking it on board, twisted it like an energy of his own and then focused it through the lens of Hannibal's dangerous psychological games.
'Force people, like an angry child stomping his feet because the ADULTS ARE TALKING. Validate? How can people validate empty space? You don't validate what doesn't exist, and you have no personality you call your own in order to be REAL.