[it sounds hard, but not impossible. kavinsky thinks he's seen that in a movie before, which is good; gives him something concrete to wrap his mind around.
he thinks about the last time he truly created. the dragon had been a thing of stark and otherworldly beauty. physically impossible, too, the smoke and teeth containing themselves, somehow, to a being made of raw and unadulterated hate. that was no more impossible. the only extra pressure, of course, is this time billy wants to save dozens, not kill one fucktard. the stakes seem ever so slightly different.
but then he thinks of sylar.]
Piece of cake, [he says, smiling suddenly.] You got somewhere to lie down?
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he thinks about the last time he truly created. the dragon had been a thing of stark and otherworldly beauty. physically impossible, too, the smoke and teeth containing themselves, somehow, to a being made of raw and unadulterated hate. that was no more impossible. the only extra pressure, of course, is this time billy wants to save dozens, not kill one fucktard. the stakes seem ever so slightly different.
but then he thinks of sylar.]
Piece of cake, [he says, smiling suddenly.] You got somewhere to lie down?