Were he stronger, the movement would be almost instantaneous. As it stands, it's uncoordinated, wobbly, and far slower than he intends.
But Sylar reaches up and clamps a hand around Peter's wrist all the same, digging his nails in, glaring as best he can when he still can't see very well.
"I should've killed you," he rasps. "I was supposed to." His grip tightens (not very much). "Get away. You -- "
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Date: 2008-01-10 06:55 am (UTC)But Sylar reaches up and clamps a hand around Peter's wrist all the same, digging his nails in, glaring as best he can when he still can't see very well.
"I should've killed you," he rasps. "I was supposed to." His grip tightens (not very much). "Get away. You -- "