Date: 2008-01-27 11:56 pm (UTC)
watchmakers_son: (forgive me father)
"You say that too and you still won't tell me what's -- "

The breath runs out. As his diaphragm contracts, he winces, loudly, and almost slips flat again; Sylar squeezes his eyes closed and keeps them closed.

It's far softer, and shakier, when he repeats himself. "You're not here."
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