one year of sylar ♔ - day 80
When I was a kid… I used to wish some stranger would come and tell me my family wasn’t really my family. Oh, they weren’t bad people, they were just… insignificant. And I wanted to be different. Special. I wanted to change. A new name, a new life. The watchmaker’s son… became a watchmaker. It is so… futile. And I wanted to be… important.










