Snippet #1794957

"Perhaps he got tired and had to stop," Sylar jabbed sardonically. It was no secret that he held each guild member at a certain level of disdain, for one thing or another. He was a rather... disdainful person, when it came down to it. "Shall we go?" he asked.

And as was typical, he did not stop to wait for the others. Swinging back his long dark hair and raising his hood over his head to keep the sun out of his eyes, he struck out again, taking the lead not because he wanted to lead, but because he wanted to get going. Gethin fell in beside Sylar, letting his gaze trail over Yuhra as they passed her, before focusing once more on the path ahead. Sylar did not stop to see if the others would follow, and Gethin followed his lead, his face an emotionless and seemingly blind mask.