Sylar's lips managed to quirk up, in a slow sort of smirk as Lily spoke. Like he had to explain himself to her. She didn't know his reasoning. She didn't know anything that he felt afterward. She had no idea. Thou shalt not kill, it was in the Bible. The Ten Commandments. Of course there was regret linked to killing. It wasn't as if it was his choice for people to die. They had to. "Luckily, I considered every option first," he snarked back, a bit coldly. "Don't worry."
And here he was. Sylar. Taking orders from a woman at least two heads shorter than him. Granted, Lily Evans was not all she appeared to be - she tended to be so much more than that, released in various bursts - but... still. Principle of the matter. Yet, he listened to her. It took slightly longer to change than it would have normally, bruised limbs and all that, but it wasn't long before he was in the hospital gown and she was back in.
Examining. Probing eyes and, no, this wasn't Primatech. This wasn't Hank, the doctor with the rough hands, the dolt who could barely even get a damned IV into a vein correctly, God only knew how he got a shunt in. It felt like he was back there, some sort of psychosomatic thing in his head. Whatever. He didn't know. Maybe just the way that Lily was surveying the stitches as if she'd never seen the things before. Not the most reassuring of things in the world.
And yet... wow. This... She healed all of that. Wand magic and some strange paste, and... the pain was gone. In moments. Not tissue regeneration, of course - magic - and... how did he get a hold of this? Gain control of it? He hardly had to go after Claire if he had access to things like this. Some things, of course, that might not have been able to be cured by magic, but damn.
"Two pills," he replied in a slow sort of voice, eyebrows slowly raising to Lily in disbelief, once she'd finished. "That's it."
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Date: 2007-09-08 11:06 pm (UTC)And here he was. Sylar. Taking orders from a woman at least two heads shorter than him. Granted, Lily Evans was not all she appeared to be - she tended to be so much more than that, released in various bursts - but... still. Principle of the matter. Yet, he listened to her. It took slightly longer to change than it would have normally, bruised limbs and all that, but it wasn't long before he was in the hospital gown and she was back in.
Examining. Probing eyes and, no, this wasn't Primatech. This wasn't Hank, the doctor with the rough hands, the dolt who could barely even get a damned IV into a vein correctly, God only knew how he got a shunt in. It felt like he was back there, some sort of psychosomatic thing in his head. Whatever. He didn't know. Maybe just the way that Lily was surveying the stitches as if she'd never seen the things before. Not the most reassuring of things in the world.
And yet... wow. This... She healed all of that. Wand magic and some strange paste, and... the pain was gone. In moments. Not tissue regeneration, of course - magic - and... how did he get a hold of this? Gain control of it? He hardly had to go after Claire if he had access to things like this. Some things, of course, that might not have been able to be cured by magic, but damn.
"Two pills," he replied in a slow sort of voice, eyebrows slowly raising to Lily in disbelief, once she'd finished. "That's it."