Sylar nodded, although he doubted you just stop being a murderer because you changed your name. It was a lot to make up for- half of his kills were people he loved. Looking at it felt like an insurmountable mountain, and he wouldn't even know where to start.

He pushed the thought away. A lot of this could be for later. He was feeling woozy and tired, and he suspected that adding two powers within a week might be a factor in that. The rest of it- well, it was obvious where that would come from.

"Anything's fine," he said, as Jack told him he'd find something to wear. The blood soaking through his shirt was getting tacky and cold, but he left it for the moment.

"Why're you being so nice to me?" he blurted out, before Jack made it out the door. "I don't even want to be nice to me right now."