Yeah, no. They weren't done talking yet. He held out his hand, palm down, and moved it down in the air. His telekinesis glued Luke to the floor, and propped him up from any tipping over due to his momentum.

"I found out I was going to go nuclear in Manhattan," he replied. "If you keep going the way you have, Sylar might, too. Hell, the Company might be planning that. I'll never understand what's going through Angela's head." What a scary woman she was.

"But yeah, eventually it's going to get boring for Sylar, because we kill for reasons, not just for fun. That's not how you operate, though, is it? You think he's going to kill you when he figures that out?"