[the camera is pointed to the ceiling. there's the sound of someone panting, in some serious pain. they might even be sobbing, slightly
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[He doesn't say anything, but a moment later there's a large swirl of darkness in Charles' room and Axel steps in, purely gray wings dragging on the floor] You let 'em come out naturally, huh?
[he's sitting in a corner, arms wrapped around himself, like making himself a tighter ball might help the pain stop being so... blinding. he doesn't bother to look up; he can hear the quiet murmur of Axel's thoughts on the edge of his consciousness, and knows instantly. he's in too much pain to even care the man just teleported into the room.]
[Pain is one of the best spices of the soul and he's just loving this week. His own wings are black and glowing rather dark and shadowy. Pure evil in its finest]
Most people have decided to cut theirs out. I wonder why you chose to wait.
I had a perfectly decent way of keeping the pain controlled. Besides, it wasn't so much the pain in my back that was worrisome, but the pain in my head.
[he'd been trying to find a way to make the pain stop, since it'd been seriously screwing with his head. he'd been out to get advil, and had actually gotten the pills to kick in (but having taken more than he should have) and when he'd come back there wasn't really time enough to find someone for help.
but he doesn't want to sound crazy or addicted to pills, and especially not to Mohinder.]
..I'm all right, Mohinder. I'm fine. There simply wasn't time to find help..
[ignore the quiet shuddering sob that clearly means he's not fine. he's not interested in your help, Mister Sylar. his wings- or, what's visible of them on the camera -shiver defensively and open, completely subconsciously.]
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[GUESS WHO... STILL CAN'T SEE... And never will again derp]
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..Are you doing any better..?
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..Thank you.
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It's a bit of a mess. I'm sorry.
[he sounds like he's barely paying attention.]
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Most people have decided to cut theirs out. I wonder why you chose to wait.
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I had a perfectly decent way of keeping the pain controlled. Besides, it wasn't so much the pain in my back that was worrisome, but the pain in my head.
[humph!]
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Charles, my God, yes, I'm terribly sorry, I just--
[He has issues, poor man.]
Ah, your wings have come through too...what-- Oh Charles, didn't you have someone help you?
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[he'd been trying to find a way to make the pain stop, since it'd been seriously screwing with his head. he'd been out to get advil, and had actually gotten the pills to kick in (but having taken more than he should have) and when he'd come back there wasn't really time enough to find someone for help.
but he doesn't want to sound crazy or addicted to pills, and especially not to Mohinder.]
..I'm all right, Mohinder. I'm fine. There simply wasn't time to find help..
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[he's quiet for a moment. he honestly doesn't know what to say to Mohinder. he feels a little betrayed.]
..I'm glad you're feeling better.
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[ignore the quiet shuddering sob that clearly means he's not fine. he's not interested in your help, Mister Sylar. his wings- or, what's visible of them on the camera -shiver defensively and open, completely subconsciously.]
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And no, that's one he conveniently forgot to mention.
[well. at least, his mind did.]
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