The quickness to her movement is startling; Sylar does not flinch, but both hands instantly turn palm-out, anticipating. Another heartbeat passes, and when nothing else comes, he lifts his chin.
"And who are you," he says, very softly, "to tell me that?" Sylar angles a quick glance to the yellow house, then back to the woman, curling both hands shut into fists. "Are there things that you want from them as well?"
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Date: 2007-12-02 08:45 am (UTC)"And who are you," he says, very softly, "to tell me that?" Sylar angles a quick glance to the yellow house, then back to the woman, curling both hands shut into fists. "Are there things that you want from them as well?"