Scratch Peter. This all sounded familiar in a much more interesting way, and just as Sylar was about to cut in with some question about how exactly the process worked or what the hell that 'data' thing had to do with it, the man went into territory that Sylar hadn't exactly expected.

The tone, the words, the hand through his hair... this man felt deep remorse over what he'd done, and as Sylar found his teeth grinding against each other inside his mouth and his hand cracking a chip between its fingers, he realized just how much that fact bothered him. If this man had a chance to be more than he was, why wasn't he taking it? The moron Poké-Man was scared, probably, and pathetic. For a second, Sylar wondered if he should just let the subject go like Zachary Blaine would, but then he realized he wasn't using that name anymore. He didn't need to act like it.

"Really?" he asked slowly as he dropped the pieces of chip from his fingers and flicked them back onto his plate. "Because if anything, I'd figure you could... help people if you had more abilities."

He glanced up, expression open.

"Or is it something else you're avoiding?"