Zuko's eyes are slits again, toxic gold, almost as bright as brass.
"Well," he says without much pleasure, "You're advancing quick."
Prodigy, his disdain says. He hates them, who do not have to work for what they get. Little does he know that Sylar puts a lot of work in: Hunting, stalking, devouring. (He wouldn't consider it the same, though. Sylar is still getting something for relatively nothing.)
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Date: 2007-10-29 11:22 pm (UTC)"Well," he says without much pleasure, "You're advancing quick."
Prodigy, his disdain says. He hates them, who do not have to work for what they get. Little does he know that Sylar puts a lot of work in: Hunting, stalking, devouring. (He wouldn't consider it the same, though. Sylar is still getting something for relatively nothing.)