That gets a laugh out of Sylar, the bitterness now very obvious. "I'm too useful, I guess. So everyone wants something from me. It's not exactly all that conducive to things like 'kindness' or 'helping.'"

He leans back against the nearest wall, arms crossed. "Trust me, this isn't the first time someone's tried to brainwash me. -or the second, actually," he adds grumpily.