Doesn't really matter who's the special one anymore, Nathan. Who can fly, who can't. Who lies about it.
[ This would be the point in the conversation where Peter contemplates throwing his comm against the wall. ] Maybe for you it burned to the ground but the Pinehearst I know's still up and running. But that doesn't even matter here.
Means I probably killed our father. Your Nathan. Or maybe not. Maybe he's still there, pulling all the strings. I doubt it. He'd have taken all your powers by now, same as he did my Peter.
Our father, Pete. You don't even know. But it matters. He was a monster; worse than either of us ever were. He made us, poisoned us. We didn't stand a chance.
You shot him, Pete. Sylar killed him. But I prefer to think he was really dead when Ma did it; after Pop framed Linderman for making an attempt on my life. I like to think of him that way because I remember actually feeling some sort of loss after it happened. I remembered thinking back fondly on the father we thought he was, and not the one he was revealed to be. You remember that?
We all killed him, one way or another; we're all equally guilty, all equally responsible... All equally better off.
[ There's just dead air for a couple seconds - Peter contemplating saying something else, anything else. Those other people he killed for instance. That life he used to have; the one way back when they thought their father was something else.
call;
[ He's this close to his limit, more than eager to hang up. ]
call;
[ Another hesitation. ]
There's something else, Pete. My power--flying? It was synthetic too. I... I wasn't born like this, Pete. Like you. You were the special one.
call;
[ This would be the point in the conversation where Peter contemplates throwing his comm against the wall. ] Maybe for you it burned to the ground but the Pinehearst I know's still up and running. But that doesn't even matter here.
Nothing does.
call;
Our father, Pete. You don't even know. But it matters. He was a monster; worse than either of us ever were. He made us, poisoned us. We didn't stand a chance.
call;
call;
Doesn't really matter, does it? Dad was evil, Pete. He needed to be stopped.
call;
call;
We all killed him, one way or another; we're all equally guilty, all equally responsible... All equally better off.
call;
[ There's just dead air for a couple seconds - Peter contemplating saying something else, anything else. Those other people he killed for instance. That life he used to have; the one way back when they thought their father was something else.
Before he just goes ahead and hangs up. ]