"Please," she tells him. "After four different surgeries, you think you weren't hallucinating most of what you keep babbling about? You're not Superman." At that she grins, and begins to circle around Sylar's chair.
"But you can be," Claire tells him, wearing her red and white cheerleader uniform. "If you put some effort into it."
"It will take time," Michelle tells him. "A lot of time to relearn your powers, tactics to balance each of their uses. You know, raw power isn't the answer. Not with people like us." She giggles.
The universe quirks. Now, the bare room is a vast luxury apartment with a huge picture window that looks out over the evening Las Vegas skyline. There are two identical blonde women in tiny dresses leaning on each other where Michelle had been standing. One pouts. The other smiles. "It's about control," they tell him.
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Date: 2008-03-12 02:08 am (UTC)"But you can be," Claire tells him, wearing her red and white cheerleader uniform. "If you put some effort into it."
"It will take time," Michelle tells him. "A lot of time to relearn your powers, tactics to balance each of their uses. You know, raw power isn't the answer. Not with people like us." She giggles.
The universe quirks. Now, the bare room is a vast luxury apartment with a huge picture window that looks out over the evening Las Vegas skyline. There are two identical blonde women in tiny dresses leaning on each other where Michelle had been standing. One pouts. The other smiles. "It's about control," they tell him.