Carefully, laboriously, Sylar gets to his feet, leaning on the table for support. He pushes away after a moment's pause and steps over his own body; VE A NI and one eye of the smiley face crunch underfoot.
"I know what happens without control," he hisses, easing himself into a crouch with equal care. "I've seen what abilities like yours can do, before they start to work."
As he reaches out to skate a finger along the short black hair near Candice's temple, the figure shimmers and melts, reshaping itself into a new one: neither Michelle nor the Candice he knows, but an overweight woman with mousy brown hair. Sylar draws back, briefly, before he smiles and settles his hand onto the bloodied side of her forehead.
"But," he whispers, "raw power never hurts. And if I'm going to get mine back -- "
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Carefully, laboriously, Sylar gets to his feet, leaning on the table for support. He pushes away after a moment's pause and steps over his own body; VE A NI and one eye of the smiley face crunch underfoot.
"I know what happens without control," he hisses, easing himself into a crouch with equal care. "I've seen what abilities like yours can do, before they start to work."
As he reaches out to skate a finger along the short black hair near Candice's temple, the figure shimmers and melts, reshaping itself into a new one: neither Michelle nor the Candice he knows, but an overweight woman with mousy brown hair. Sylar draws back, briefly, before he smiles and settles his hand onto the bloodied side of her forehead.
"But," he whispers, "raw power never hurts. And if I'm going to get mine back -- "
He digs his fingers into her skin.
"Starting with yours will do just fine."