That's a pretty terrible confession. Rhys blinks slowly, trying to process that.
They're all monsters here. Is that the lesson? They've all got some sort of demon?
Flowers growing on the hill Dragonflies and daffodils Learn from us, very much Look at us but do not touch Phaedra is my name...
He doesn't actually realize he's singing until he hears the song in his head and remembers it's supposed to be Nancy Sinatra singing it and not his own hoarse tenor. He stops, blinking, and then is sad that it's quiet. Then remembers Sylar was talking. About serious things. Ugly things. Secrets.
"Someone's they see what you are no matter how hard you try."
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They're all monsters here. Is that the lesson? They've all got some sort of demon?
Flowers growing on the hill
Dragonflies and daffodils
Learn from us, very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name...
He doesn't actually realize he's singing until he hears the song in his head and remembers it's supposed to be Nancy Sinatra singing it and not his own hoarse tenor. He stops, blinking, and then is sad that it's quiet. Then remembers Sylar was talking. About serious things. Ugly things. Secrets.
"Someone's they see what you are no matter how hard you try."