Sylar knew immediately that Mohinder was morally affronted by something, but had to wait farther into their conversation before he realized what was going on. It was fascinating, how they interacted with each other, but he was only minimally focused on that.

They were doing something horrible to Luke. Something even Mohinder was upset about.

As soon as Mohinder was out the door, Sylar tried to raise a hand up to push Gabriel against the wall with telekinesis- and he found it frozen in position.

"Yeah. Sorry, kid," Sylar said, hands finally coming out of his pockets. "I've had more practice."

"Jack is killing Luke?" Gabriel asked, tension in his voice.

Gabriel looked uncomfortable. "I don't know. It was a possibility."

Sylar stared at him, hurt and rage boiling in his eyes. Gabriel cut him off before he said anything. "Sucks when its someone you care about, huh?"

The glass on the table in front of Sylar shattered, spilling the remaining ice. "Let me. See him," Sylar said carefully.

Gabriel sighed and shook his head. "All right, I'll take you part-way down, at least. But you have to do it my way." He rose his hands, palms down, and Sylar felt control clamp over his whole body.