Sylar made a small, accepting noise in the back of his throat, but failed to comment, otherwise. Instead, as the geneticist pulled away to get the tourniquet and needle, he contented himself to watching him, expression growing clearer and face less pale with every passing moment. Apparently, he'd been telling the truth about simply needing a minute or two.
Silence for a moment more, and then, hesitantly, he pointed out, "Your father assumed our abilities came from the brain." And, between how his own worked and what he needed to do to take the powers of another, he knew they did. "Have you ever thought about taking a sample from there?"
If it was even possible. If the spinal tap wasn't just as good. For as many books on anatomy as he had read, since he'd learned of his talents, his grasp on medical science was still unfortunately limited.
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Date: 2008-09-06 01:49 am (UTC)Silence for a moment more, and then, hesitantly, he pointed out, "Your father assumed our abilities came from the brain." And, between how his own worked and what he needed to do to take the powers of another, he knew they did. "Have you ever thought about taking a sample from there?"
If it was even possible. If the spinal tap wasn't just as good. For as many books on anatomy as he had read, since he'd learned of his talents, his grasp on medical science was still unfortunately limited.