[ dean just watches as sylar moves to the body, frozen in place, unable to move, breath, process any of this. ]
Where's her head? [ it's the only straw he can grasp at right now, but he feels his grip slipping even as he tries ] If we put 'em together, won't it...
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Where's her head? [ it's the only straw he can grasp at right now, but he feels his grip slipping even as he tries ] If we put 'em together, won't it...