Wow. He kind of really hated Peter right now. No, really, he would feel so much better smashing the guy's face into the pavement. It would just be so satisfying.
Still, he fixed his eyes on the other man, narrowed for a moment, before he tugged his mouth back into a pleased sort of grin that didn't quite match his features. Creepy, still, but it didn't have nearly the same zip to it for a long, few seconds.
"I wonder," he murmured aloud, tilting his head at Peter, "just how far of an extent that regenerative power reaches to. What would happen if we put Peter Petrelli through a wood chipper? ...Well, he might look somewhat like his brother probably does now, wouldn't he?"
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Date: 2007-07-14 01:17 pm (UTC)Still, he fixed his eyes on the other man, narrowed for a moment, before he tugged his mouth back into a pleased sort of grin that didn't quite match his features. Creepy, still, but it didn't have nearly the same zip to it for a long, few seconds.
"I wonder," he murmured aloud, tilting his head at Peter, "just how far of an extent that regenerative power reaches to. What would happen if we put Peter Petrelli through a wood chipper? ...Well, he might look somewhat like his brother probably does now, wouldn't he?"