"I'm not sure," Sylar answered, making a face. Then, by way of explanation, he added, "Trying to heal through a stab wound makes it hard to tell whether or not your sick."
All he knew about his experience being powerless was that, no matter how well he had played Maya, he'd felt like hell. Sore. Feverish. That sort of thing. But that could have been the virus, or that could have been a result of first ripping his stitches, after killing Candice, and then stumbling through the jungle without food or water.
Either way, however, he had survived, and that was all that mattered.
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Date: 2008-11-11 11:46 am (UTC)All he knew about his experience being powerless was that, no matter how well he had played Maya, he'd felt like hell. Sore. Feverish. That sort of thing. But that could have been the virus, or that could have been a result of first ripping his stitches, after killing Candice, and then stumbling through the jungle without food or water.
Either way, however, he had survived, and that was all that mattered.