This hits Sylar hard in his chest, and his face contorts as he openly stares at Constantine. “That’s….” His eyes close as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “That’s too late for me. My ability consumes everything.”
He’s never spoken to someone like him.
“And leaves just me. It is just me. And Jack Harkness.” And you, John. And you.
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Date: 2022-08-03 08:58 pm (UTC)He’s never spoken to someone like him.
“And leaves just me. It is just me. And Jack Harkness.” And you, John. And you.