In the deadened silence, the slurp -- and the voice -- should be deafening. They're not.
Sylar jerks his head up all the same, squinting, trying to lift a hand to ward off the light. The strings are gone, but his arm moves sluggishly anyway, as if weighted down or pushing through water.
And when he sees the woman, it falls again to touch the floor.
"Who are you?" he rasps, clumsily pushing himself to his knees.
It's not like the others. There, at least, there was the vague tickle at the back of his mind, a connection waiting to be forged. With her, there is nothing. A blank slate.
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Date: 2008-03-09 05:25 am (UTC)Sylar jerks his head up all the same, squinting, trying to lift a hand to ward off the light. The strings are gone, but his arm moves sluggishly anyway, as if weighted down or pushing through water.
And when he sees the woman, it falls again to touch the floor.
"Who are you?" he rasps, clumsily pushing himself to his knees.
It's not like the others. There, at least, there was the vague tickle at the back of his mind, a connection waiting to be forged. With her, there is nothing. A blank slate.