Ryder sat still for a long moment, regarding Sylar impassively as he lit a cigarette. "Arteries tend to spurt," he said at last. "Spray. Make a nice mess on somebody's windshield."
This guy...he wasn't sure what to make of this guy. Great capacity for violence, but broken in a way Ryder had never seen before. Given how many crazies he'd run across, that was saying something. He looked at Sylar thoughtfully, through the blue haze of cigarette smoke. "What's your story?" he asked bluntly.
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Date: 2007-08-04 02:03 am (UTC)This guy...he wasn't sure what to make of this guy. Great capacity for violence, but broken in a way Ryder had never seen before. Given how many crazies he'd run across, that was saying something. He looked at Sylar thoughtfully, through the blue haze of cigarette smoke. "What's your story?" he asked bluntly.