In the surrounding quiet, perhaps it makes sense that it should sound so much louder, seem to come from so many directions.
And yet.
Sylar can't hear his breathing or his heartbeat; he can only feel them as he strains to see through the dark. Some of the shadows coalesce into vague shapes -- tables, IV (coat) stands, fallen debris.
Others are beginning to peel off into things wholly unidentifiable.
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Date: 2008-02-09 06:52 am (UTC)And yet.
Sylar can't hear his breathing or his heartbeat; he can only feel them as he strains to see through the dark. Some of the shadows coalesce into vague shapes -- tables, IV (coat) stands, fallen debris.
Others are beginning to peel off into things wholly unidentifiable.