[ Sylar watched her jump down, watched her fetch his ball and take it to his Peter. He frowned at her, at the ball, but his jealousy went to the back seat as Peter stood up, and suddenly it was all about the ball, and getting the ball, and more importantly not under any circumstances letting Mercy have it.
He turned a quick circle, and jumped back, and then shot a wary glance at Mercy as though expecting her to snap at him for being too energetic, but then Peter was throwing the ball, and instinct made him chase it at once.
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He turned a quick circle, and jumped back, and then shot a wary glance at Mercy as though expecting her to snap at him for being too energetic, but then Peter was throwing the ball, and instinct made him chase it at once.
Movement. Something to chase. ]