The entire experience is surreal, made more so by the presence of the large, vividly-colored paintings everywhere she looks.
There's something disturbing about them, something that whispers to her in a way she recognizes but can't explain. Dreamer of the dream, Ysanne had named herself, and Kim had known what she meant then in the same way that a part of her, the part that makes her a Seer, knows there's something more to these images now.
Kim's very careful not to look too closely at any of them. She can't afford to be distracted, not now. Sylar doesn't have the time for her to waste.
She doesn't let herself think about what happens after she treats him, after he doesn't need her any more.
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The entire experience is surreal, made more so by the presence of the large, vividly-colored paintings everywhere she looks.
There's something disturbing about them, something that whispers to her in a way she recognizes but can't explain. Dreamer of the dream, Ysanne had named herself, and Kim had known what she meant then in the same way that a part of her, the part that makes her a Seer, knows there's something more to these images now.
Kim's very careful not to look too closely at any of them. She can't afford to be distracted, not now. Sylar doesn't have the time for her to waste.
She doesn't let herself think about what happens after she treats him, after he doesn't need her any more.