Sylar cocks his head to one side, something in his expression hardening as if he's suddenly considering a piece of complex machinery rather than his niece. He stares at her for a moment, from under his eyebrows, and then, without raising his head, he looks up at her. "I can get them out. The splinters."
It's not going to feel all that great, but he can tell where they are.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2008-12-15 07:03 pm (UTC)It's not going to feel all that great, but he can tell where they are.