The quiet time was very helpful for Sylar. He'd had much too much in the way of difficult conversations today. The help washing up was also appreciated- he wasn't feeling the burst of energy he usually felt with acquiring a new power. His limbs felt sluggish.

He stared at the blood and brain matter washing down the sink, breathing shallowly. "I'm not doing that again," he said, more to himself than anything. If he was going to keep killing for powers, he should've chosen to stay with Luke. No. This was special, and it was the last time.