rp for youngerpetrelli: i have measured out my life with coffee s

[heroslayer]

(Continuing from this, since youngerpetrelli and I kinda broke my comments. Eheh. Oops?)


Sylar nodded. "I did, yes. But not because Nakamura stabbed me."

He tried to keep himself from sneering, really he did, but in the end, he couldn't stop his lips from twisting, albeit marginally. There was simply too much hate, when it came to the little, sword-wielding sonovabitch. And, even beyond that, there were too many bad memories centered around Kirby Plaza--even beyond his defeat and near-death.

"The Company found me," he explained after a pause. "They took me to Mexico. Stitched me up, where I'd been stabbed. And then gave me some kind of virus that took my abilities away."

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[youngerpetrelli]

He tried very hard to keep his expression neutral, tried not to look so shocked, but the virus? It had to be one of the other strains Adam had mentioned, before they had... and he hated to use the word perfected when he was thinking about something so lethal, but...

"The Shanti virus," he murmured. "Did it make you sick, or just take away the abilities?"