<em>Persuade him?  With what?</em>...He couldn't be serious.  Stopping dead at the top of the stairs, hand nearly to the doorknob to her flat, she drew herself up straight in near shock.  Blinking a few times, she looked down at him.<br/><br/>"We're not like other people, Sylar.<em>They</em>don't understand.  And what people don't understand, they're afraid of, and they think they need to get rid of... You and me, there'd be a regular witch hunt flare up in the middle of Paris.  This isn't some sort of play toy, you know..."<br/><br/>Her voice dropped to a near whisper,  "And<em>if</em>I persuade you...what makes that so sure that you won't go off and take someone else's power anyway?  You haven't found someone else after me, have you?"  Someone else dead, some other unknown power...besides immortality...