She knows what he means-- how can she not? She's the one who now bears Ysanne's soul, Ysanne's desperate gift, as an otherworldly twin to her own, after all. Kim knows, even if Sylar doesn't, or not exactly-- because there's something there, something more to him. That much she can tell, now that she's looking-- the same way she'd been aware of the strangeness to the paintings, the way Ysanne had recognized her in the court at Paras Derval in Brennin, in Fionavar.
I am a Seer. The dreamer of the dream.
But in the end it doesn't matter, not really, not in this, and when she answers him there's no give in her, no uncertainty.
"No." Kim raises her chin, looking flatly back at him. "If you can see that much, then fine, so be it, but this is as deep as you go."
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I can see it. Double vision.
She knows what he means-- how can she not? She's the one who now bears Ysanne's soul, Ysanne's desperate gift, as an otherworldly twin to her own, after all. Kim knows, even if Sylar doesn't, or not exactly-- because there's something there, something more to him. That much she can tell, now that she's looking-- the same way she'd been aware of the strangeness to the paintings, the way Ysanne had recognized her in the court at Paras Derval in Brennin, in Fionavar.
I am a Seer. The dreamer of the dream.
But in the end it doesn't matter, not really, not in this, and when she answers him there's no give in her, no uncertainty.
"No." Kim raises her chin, looking flatly back at him. "If you can see that much, then fine, so be it, but this is as deep as you go."