Sylar huffs out a sigh of a laugh--more a heh than anything else--and offers a wry smile. "I've done the same thing." He pauses, and then goes through the list, "I've been shot. Stabbed. Cut myself. Lost fingers. Had my neck broken."
None of those had been a conscious choice on his part, though they had still been testing his limits. If he didn't have Adam's ability, he would have taken steps to avoid each of those things or, at very least, done something to lessen whatever damage he might have taken otherwise. Like he'd put a telekinetic shield between himself and the bullets Parkman had fired at him, the first time they'd met, when he'd shown up at the FBI's holding facility for Molly. Or when he'd caught himself after the fall from Union Wells--even if it hadn't been the best landing, he'd still lived.
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Date: 2008-12-14 04:42 am (UTC)None of those had been a conscious choice on his part, though they had still been testing his limits. If he didn't have Adam's ability, he would have taken steps to avoid each of those things or, at very least, done something to lessen whatever damage he might have taken otherwise. Like he'd put a telekinetic shield between himself and the bullets Parkman had fired at him, the first time they'd met, when he'd shown up at the FBI's holding facility for Molly. Or when he'd caught himself after the fall from Union Wells--even if it hadn't been the best landing, he'd still lived.