Sylar's eyes twitched for a moment. He had escaped one world of horrors, only to find himself facing new ones that might be just as deadly. Yet determination soon ignited behind his gaze as he took the syringe from Benjamin's hand.
Benjamin nodded with approval, a faint smile crossing his face. He could tell that Sylar understood the risks, but his will remained firm.
"You can take your time," Benjamin said, his tone calm, making sure the boy knew there was no rush. "Rest, meditate, do whatever helps you focus. Oh, and one more thing, don't bite your tongue to stay conscious. Someone tried that once… ended up choking on their own blood."
Sylar let out a quiet sigh. The more he learned, the more depressing the entire process sounded. Benjamin almost smiled at the boy's weary expression, but his face soon hardened again. The Shooting Star turned toward the window, eyes fixed on the distant blue sphere below.
