ext_68141 ([identity profile] etoile-dunord.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] cruiscin_lan 2009-04-17 04:20 am (UTC)

Oh!! Thank you for this!! =D

This is exactly what I hoped for - the whole feeling that the world's gone to hell and all that's left is what each individual person can do, and the ties that are left between them. I'm absolutely delighted. ^_^

To quote some of my favourite parts:

His voice was low and husky from disuse - as were his feelings towards Sylar.

I love the weariness in this. And the sense that things could have continued without this visit, but they didn't.

"No one's special anymore," Mohinder muttered. "Everyone's too busy dying."

An excellent description of the "nothing left to lose" feeling behind all this.

It was a sudden decision, a selfish decision, a decision that Mohinder knew he'd live to regret... He stopped and stepped back outside, ready with realization and remorse, but Sylar had already vanished into the downpour.

And the snap at the end, followed by Sylar's disappearance. Almost as if Sylar wanted Mohinder to make the decision, but knew he couldn't accept the treatment, given everything that had happened.

Again, thanks for writing this awesome fic for me. <3

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