Sylar bowed his head a little, in a mock gesture of thanks, before returning his eyes to him. And when he did look back up, any semblance of calm had evaporated. Now, truth be told, it looked as though it was taking every ounce of self-control not to throw himself against the glass.
"If you don't let me out of here, Suresh, I'll get out of my own. It'll be like the curare. I'll find a way around it." He sneered, pressing his face up against the window in a futile attempt at intimidation. "And when I do, I'll kill everyone here. You. Elle. Everyone. Do you want that, Mohinder? To have that much blood on your hands when I get to you?"
He paused for a moment, letting that sink in, and then, "You can stop me. You can let me out now, and I won't hurt any of them. It's your choice."
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Date: 2008-08-01 12:25 am (UTC)"If you don't let me out of here, Suresh, I'll get out of my own. It'll be like the curare. I'll find a way around it." He sneered, pressing his face up against the window in a futile attempt at intimidation. "And when I do, I'll kill everyone here. You. Elle. Everyone. Do you want that, Mohinder? To have that much blood on your hands when I get to you?"
He paused for a moment, letting that sink in, and then, "You can stop me. You can let me out now, and I won't hurt any of them. It's your choice."