"That guy is not me," Sylar growled. Luke taking his hand away felt oddly final, and he didn't like it. "Things were different for him, we can't just go off of that! And I don't need you to copy powers anymore, no, but who cares? I still-"

He caught himself, because he actually didn't know if he still wanted to take powers through murder. "I want to be with you. Don't leave me alone." That wasn't quite all of it. "Don't make me leave you alone."