[Empathy is a drag sometimes. Peter doesn't want to believe it's true that a person like Sylar could change, but he feels it just the same. It's heavier to breathe, heavier to move, and his head is swimming. Part of that is out of anger. Part of it is simple confusion.]

Who...is 'we?'

[He shifts from side to side and finally takes a seat on the edge of the roof wall. He's not getting too close.]