Sylar, it's fairly safe to say, has no interest in breakfast. Slowly, he closes his hand into a fist.
This isn't a matter of weakness, or needing to relearn. It's simply not there. He can't feel it, can't sense the push and pull that should drag the mug closer, just like he can't feel the nuclear heat under his skin or hear all the harmonics of the plate crashing against the table.
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Date: 2008-03-11 04:49 am (UTC)This isn't a matter of weakness, or needing to relearn. It's simply not there. He can't feel it, can't sense the push and pull that should drag the mug closer, just like he can't feel the nuclear heat under his skin or hear all the harmonics of the plate crashing against the table.
"I can't make it move," he whispers.