"A scrawny sixteen year old is gonna kill me? How?" No no. Tell him. Please do. The thought was laughable. "He still thinks Sylar is this sweet thing that could never willingly hurt anyone."

There was a sick smile on his lips as he thought about that, still hanging there in a weird angle between the floor and the nothingness. Sylar could let him fall and he would probably catch himself but it still might be just a little painful if he landed on his face. Oh well.

"But hey. If he does, he does. And then he can neuter Sylar like he's done to you."