Page 295 of When We Fall: Part Two
He was quiet for a moment as I held my breath.
“I cannot help you, Archangel. I do not have what you need.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” I slammed my hands on the table. “Please. Meet with me. I just…please. Meet me. I will give you anything you want. Think it over. What you want. What you need. I-I will deliver.”
He was quiet again.
“I do not have what you need.”
“Please. Don’t hurt her?—”
“Goodbye, Archangel.” The call disconnected.
“Fuck!” I fisted my hair. “Fuck!”
The entire time Sylar was eating his fucking sundae. I looked at him, my throat tight.
“I thought we were friends. Family,” I whispered. “Sylar. Please. I love her.”
He finished his sundae and pushed it away before licking his fork. “Oh, Alessandro, what a mess, am I right?”
“Please…”
“What will you do once you have her again?” He cocked his head to the left at me. “Will you leave Bianca?”
“I-I have to protect her and the babies?—”
“From who? Matteo?” He snorted. “Matteo loves her. You know that, right?”
I frowned. “What?”
“Those nights you weren’t there? All those times he said he didn’t care? He loves what you strive to save. A master. A slave. He is bound to the thing he took from the underground. You’re just not paying attention. All the pieces are in play, now you need to not… stay.”
“What?” I repeated.
He shrugged. “I’m high.”
I closed my eyes, frustrated out of my mind.
“Sylar—”
“Why do I need to spell things out for everyone?” He shook his head as I stared back at him. “No one ever just sits back and thinks,hey, Sylar has his shit together.Maybe I should sit the fuck down and trust the goddam process.Nope. Instead, they bitch my ass out all the fucking time.Boo hoo.I don’t have all the answers.” He pretended to rub his eyes, his bottom lip jutting out as he faked crying.
“Guess what? It has to be this way,” he continued, slamming his hands on the table and making his sundae bounce. “Fate, Archangel. Fuckingfatedrives us.Plot.The pieces have to fucking move a certain way, or nothing works out! It’s a whole ass world to navigate. If the answers were fed to you straight away, then why the fuck would any of this matter?” He shook his head, irritation on his face as he gestured around. “Where would there be any character development?”
He shook his head again as if he were trying to clear it. “And guess what? I’m in charge. This entitledI want answers nowshit needs to stop. We don’t always get what we want. Fucking take it to a public forum and cry about it. It’s like reading a book. If it’s not working out for you, then maybe you aren’t cut out for that book. So read another one, or just fucking trust the process. That’s just life. If one thing doesn’t work, you learn from it. It’s that easy. You figure shit out, let fate work, or walk away.” He breathed out. “You’ve come this far in the story. Stop bitchingand trust the process.” He tugged at his black hair, looking positively insane.
“Fuck. I’m telling him! Let me have this fucking moment!” He slapped himself in the face before blowing out a breath. I stared at the madman as he muttered to his voices.
“Listen. Leave Bianca. You leave her, you get Rosalie, and a whole new world. Easy peasy, lemon squeezey. Your old man is going to marry Bianca anyway. There. There are the fucking answers you couldn’tjust waitto hear. Hope you’re happy, you fucking baby. Way to ruin a good story with your bitching. There go the fucking plot twists!” He let out a maniacal laugh.
“What?” I blinked in confusion at him.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. It’s noble what you’re doing, but it’s not going to last. Also, I’mso fucking high, man. Sugar is no joke. Whew!”
He got to his feet, and I stared up at him.
“You want me to make it easy to understand?”
