Zuko's gaze is critical; the one eye is always narrowed, cruel, judging somehow. Little softens it. Certainly, nothing softens it here, what with Sylar's sudden distraction and anger.
That, he does not say, was a poor show.
"You're still wounded," he notes without inflection. "The stomach is a major resovoir of energy. Uncle," and only here does he crack a little, his eyes rolling and a sort of bizarrely fond bemusement peeking through, "calls it 'The Sea of Qi.' That might hinder you."
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Date: 2007-10-18 04:27 am (UTC)That, he does not say, was a poor show.
"You're still wounded," he notes without inflection. "The stomach is a major resovoir of energy. Uncle," and only here does he crack a little, his eyes rolling and a sort of bizarrely fond bemusement peeking through, "calls it 'The Sea of Qi.' That might hinder you."