More weight shifted to his feet; three rapid blinks follow as the room threatens to start tilting again. Sylar shakes his head to clear it and, very briefly, shifts his focus to a canvas propped against the legs of an empty easel.
"And what do you see now?" he murmurs, turning back to Kim. "Is there anything to see?"
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"And what do you see now?" he murmurs, turning back to Kim. "Is there anything to see?"