He breathed out and smiled sadly again. “It’s uncertain. Cloudy at best. None of it makes sense, but what in my life ever did?”
“And Mirage?”
“He has a better chance of survival than I do.” He got to his feet. “We’re all destined to die someday. I accept that.”
I frowned at his cryptic words.
“Don’t ask,” he said before I could ask if he’d seen his own death. “Asylum is simply my mask. Maybe someday I’ll be healed, and that’s what this death means. Mirage will take over, and I’ll just be… gone. Death can mean so many things. He’s already getting stronger.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
I stood and followed him to my office door. He stopped in front of me as I opened the door for him.
“Did you know I was going to be a father?”
“I did not,” I murmured, surprised by the information considering our earlier conversation.
He nodded. “I was. She killed our baby. Then she died. So in a way, I killed them both since I knew exactly what I was doing when I did it. I fucked her with the intent of making that baby because I needed the future to work out. I knew she’d be killed. I set it all in motion. Am I a monster, Matteo?”
I nodded. “You’re a monster,” I murmured.
“I thought so.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Would it help if I said I was sorry?”
“Are you?”
He smiled sadly. “No.”
“Then don’t say it if you don’t mean it. Trust me. It takes you nowhere good.”
He pulled me in for a hug, something we’d never done before. “The truth shall prevail, and our world will exhale. I may dance alone, and you may leave. Anything is possible if you just believe.”
“Do you believe?”
He pulled away from me.
“Sometimes.”
I understood. I was the same.
“Have a good day, Matteo. Tell my old man Mirage is not interested in a family dinner on Saturday.” He pointed to his head. “It’s already too crowded with him introducing us to the new flavor of the month. They never stick around long enough to matter anyway, and Indie and Silas never get to attend. It makes them feel… put out. And remember, not everything you see is chaos. Sometimes it’s just choreography to a dance I already know.” He backed away from me and pulled his fork out of his pocket. I watched him walk down the hall, twirling it and whistling some song I did not recognize.
Our song.
About kittens and whiskers.
Don’t stop the purrs, mister. This world is too big….
I shook my head to clear it as Sylar’s soft laughter sounded out.
I wasn’t sure any of us liked being who we were.
22
ALESSIO
Everything seemed OK.
That was how I decided to label our lives and the current situation. Klaus found out Stefan was alive, and he was able to speak to him. Matteo and Sylar had more moments, which led Matteo to tell me it was time to tell Klaus that Fox was alive.
I did not know what game Sylar was playing, but whatever it was, he played it well.
