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[peektuttut]

[Tim sounds calm, on the surface, but there's such an edge in his voice that it might be concerning to the people who know him. He's angry.] Admiral, bring Sylar back.

And to whoever's responsible for this? Hope I'm not the first one to find you.

(((Just after this!)))

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Spam

[grayatonement]

[Sylar struggled getting the material to pull down evenly and stopped when Tim quickly helped. He said nothing and gave his warden a look, neither grateful nor angry, and left it at that. The killer tried to scrub the blood off of his neck with his fingers, but stopped after one scrub from the pain and sensitivity in the area.]

Who's going to watch me while you're playing Wonder Boy?

Spam

[peektuttut]

Do you need watching? [His arms tightened across his chest; he would stay, if Sylar needed him to. And he would put out what amounted to an APB here. And he'd be frustrated that someone else would have to take care of it. But he'd stay.]

Spam

[grayatonement]

[He sighed a hint, watched Tim for a moment. Then regretted the noise as his throat burned again. He had never been in so much pain. It was one thing to deal with chest pain, joints.. his throat was something else entirely.]

Will you come back, after you put him in level zero?

Spam

[peektuttut]

Yeah, I'll come back. [He shrugged, offering a small smile.] Someone's gotta clean up that mess. [He nodded toward the blood.]

Spam - Assume Sylar's entry during Tim's going to find Iago?

[grayatonement]

[Sylar didn't know how to feel, that Tim was so angry over his death. He could only assume the warden was angry with his own failure, rather than that it was a result of caring in any way.]

Iago.

Spam - works for me!

[peektuttut]

[Son of a bitch. Tim nodded, arms dropping to his sides.] I'll be back.

[Then he turned on his heel, waiting until he was out the door to start running.]