"What makes you think I'll resort to something like that?" But oh, how tempting it was to pull the vehicle over and pistol whip Sylar until he was bloody in the face. That was a kindness in comparison to what more creative minds in Gotham could think up. Sylar's baiting still didn't help, but like he said before, his future inmates would take care of him.

"So..." He goes on uncertain and cautious, not entirely sure he really wants to hear the answer to his coming question, but he needs to hear it. "Why'd you kill him? He was just a kid."