As he slid toward the wall, a small sense of victory began to settle over her. Was he really trying to escape her? Maybe he didn't remember, but he knew. Knew enough to fear her.
"Seriously? You gave me a scape." She knew what he was referring to, what he had to be referring to, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of recognition. "A little scape. Big deal. I knocked you out cold. You probably would have died if--"
If he didn't have Claire's power. But did he here, now? Something was wrong with everyone that she knew who had also ended up here in Landel's. They were all on seemingly different timelines; nothing was adding up. Well, she wouldn't give that to Sylar, either. He didn't need the hope or satisfaction of knowing he'd be getting the pony he always wanted this Christmas.
"You got lucky." That was better.
His words made her take pause and start racking her brain. Did she even know an Eddie? It was possible; she'd done a lot of flirting with the Company's wards. But they never meant anything. She couldn't be bothered to remember the names of most of them. They always went away (with the exception of Adam, who was a mistake for other reasons.) On rare occasions, they became agents, but it was more usual that they ran tests on them. Just like Elle, but with none of her resilience.
But why would Sylar know any of that? He couldn't possibly have access to any of that information.
Hence, the face Elle made in return to Sylar's jab was blank, with a slight hint of irritation more than anything else. Probably not the result he'd been seeking.
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"Seriously? You gave me a scape." She knew what he was referring to, what he had to be referring to, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of recognition. "A little scape. Big deal. I knocked you out cold. You probably would have died if--"
If he didn't have Claire's power. But did he here, now? Something was wrong with everyone that she knew who had also ended up here in Landel's. They were all on seemingly different timelines; nothing was adding up. Well, she wouldn't give that to Sylar, either. He didn't need the hope or satisfaction of knowing he'd be getting the pony he always wanted this Christmas.
"You got lucky." That was better.
His words made her take pause and start racking her brain. Did she even know an Eddie? It was possible; she'd done a lot of flirting with the Company's wards. But they never meant anything. She couldn't be bothered to remember the names of most of them. They always went away (with the exception of Adam, who was a mistake for other reasons.) On rare occasions, they became agents, but it was more usual that they ran tests on them. Just like Elle, but with none of her resilience.
But why would Sylar know any of that? He couldn't possibly have access to any of that information.
Hence, the face Elle made in return to Sylar's jab was blank, with a slight hint of irritation more than anything else. Probably not the result he'd been seeking.
"Who the fuck is Eddie?"