[ There's a soft grunt out of Sylar at the slap, kind of like you'd get out of a dog for teasing it. The slow trickle of blood into his system feels like poison, making every source of light bleed trails of movement when his eyes flicker.
He settles back into his restraints without having realised he'd pulled them all taut with a shudder.
It's still funny. Cliche. Like a riddle. If he can't undo the cuffs, can't access his own powers, his only means of escape is through Kavinsky, and so there is a certain evaluative quality to his squint. ]
Not her heart. She gives that up too easy.
[ Not to him, really. Divided into pieces, like bread broken amongst disciples. ]
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He settles back into his restraints without having realised he'd pulled them all taut with a shudder.
It's still funny. Cliche. Like a riddle. If he can't undo the cuffs, can't access his own powers, his only means of escape is through Kavinsky, and so there is a certain evaluative quality to his squint. ]
Not her heart. She gives that up too easy.
[ Not to him, really. Divided into pieces, like bread broken amongst disciples. ]
What's in the IV, Joseph?