"Well," Sylar began, taking a bite of his waffles before he continued, "they both took injuries and healed, yes. As far as me..."

He trailed off, looking nostalgic as he thought about the people he'd murdered, the brains he'd studied, and the wonderful powers he'd taken as his own. He looked to Rukia, eyes narrowed in thought. He tried not to stare at her forehead.

"My powers were taken away from me before I got here. In fact, I'd just gotten my hands on the cure for my... condition when I woke up."

He shook his head ruefully.

"All just because I was trying to help humanity..."