[ S'ok, bb. ♥ I had stuff due, so sorry for my slowness tooo. ;; ]
Sylar's smirk was gone by the time he turned to face Wally again, replaced by a frown of thoughtful concern. He rubbed gingerly at the line of shallow wounds down his side, as if trying to reinforce to Wally just how terribly helpless 'Zack' would be without the generous help of his friend.
"Not sure," he murmured, glancing over Wally's shoulder at the foliage and then back to his face again. He smiled wryly. "I won't be much good on my own, though, so maybe we shouldn't split up. The stragglers are always the first to die, right?"
And they were. Sylar knew this from the experience of the hunt: the small ones were the easiest – those so out of tune with their abilities that they refused to use them even in defense against a predator. While Sylar had learned how to use the one ability he had, he now realized that he could only get off one shot each nightshift; it wasn't worth wasting if he could keep his meat shield as a defense instead. Even if scouting would be a big help, there'd be no guarantee of Wally's return, which meant that he wasn't about to risk it.
"Maybe..." Sylar continued, gesturing northwards, "we should just keep going this way?"
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Sylar's smirk was gone by the time he turned to face Wally again, replaced by a frown of thoughtful concern. He rubbed gingerly at the line of shallow wounds down his side, as if trying to reinforce to Wally just how terribly helpless 'Zack' would be without the generous help of his friend.
"Not sure," he murmured, glancing over Wally's shoulder at the foliage and then back to his face again. He smiled wryly. "I won't be much good on my own, though, so maybe we shouldn't split up. The stragglers are always the first to die, right?"
And they were. Sylar knew this from the experience of the hunt: the small ones were the easiest – those so out of tune with their abilities that they refused to use them even in defense against a predator. While Sylar had learned how to use the one ability he had, he now realized that he could only get off one shot each nightshift; it wasn't worth wasting if he could keep his meat shield as a defense instead. Even if scouting would be a big help, there'd be no guarantee of Wally's return, which meant that he wasn't about to risk it.
"Maybe..." Sylar continued, gesturing northwards, "we should just keep going this way?"