You Won't Get Into Heaven

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A familiar scene, young Hjort.
If not for the cascading memories flooding his mind, the intrusion would have startled the stag. The presence wasn't new to Dario, but it had been some time since the void paid a visit.
I know. Dario's heart continued to pound rapidly in his chest. Time seemed to be... stopped? Slowed, at the very least. We've had this conversation before.
Indeed, we have. The voice couldn't be placed in any one direction, nor did it seem to be present in the corporeal sense, but it was still very much real. A debt to pay, unga dádýr.
There was a moment where it seemed that all was quiet, though no time had actually passed.
You continue to surprise me. Your affinity for the seidkonur, your unexpected recollections during your time with the Ericson child... we've underestimated you.
Is it enough to remember? While no physical manifestation of his rage would show, the embers of his mind were blazing at the patronizing voice. What more must I do? You've already taken so much from me.
Dario could feel his hands warming as he saw the bloodied fear in Sylar's face. He hadn't been the same since that day.
I stepped in when you left me no choice. Your pacifism won't be remembered as noble if none are left to tell it. 
Another beat; another eternity with his body feeling cold.
That was a decision made beyond even myself. All things have their place, young one. You are on the correct path, I may divulge that much. Consider your gifts carefully. They were not returned to you as a favor.
The half-breed pressed his eyes shut, fully prepared to finish this encounter as quickly as possible.
I know.
Though he knew it wasn't possible, Dario could have sworn he heard an ethereal chuckle. The world began to pick up speed, leaving only the lasting words that plagued his mind for over a decade.
A debt to pay, unga dádýr.