Sylar was silent for a long time, as if he hadn't heard him speak. As if he hadn't heard him crunching through the snow hundreds of feet below him. As if he hadn't heard him moving up the stairs. He had, of course, but he'd chosen to ignore it - all of it - unable to even summon the rage that was most likely expected of him at the idea of being followed.
And when he finally did manage the motivation to speak, it wasn't to answer the question. Or at least not directly. "I've thrown myself off this building three times."
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Date: 2008-09-01 08:02 am (UTC)And when he finally did manage the motivation to speak, it wasn't to answer the question. Or at least not directly. "I've thrown myself off this building three times."