[He was right. It wasn't so bad. An invisible blade drawing across his skin... He flinched at first, but then it was like any other pain: he got used to it. He couldn't tell how deep it went, but blood began to seep from the wound and into his eyes so he assumed the worst, despite Sylar's instructions. It was only after the moment passed that he realized he could still see, still think and feel, and so he probably couldn't be dead. His breathing had taken on a ragged quality and he realized he was growling. His voice had returned.]
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Yeah... Yeah, come on. Do it, bitch.