( Sylar smiles sadly. He knows the answer, he had to learn it in a burned down diner not too long ago. Stuck with repressed memories and a kid with too much idol worship. Not the best way to learn your father murdered your mother right in front of you after selling you off like a used car.

Not that he's about to tell any of that to Peter. He flicks away the electric coin and watches it fall over the side of the roof. Its size was already diminishing before it went out of sight. It disappeared entirely before it passed Peter's window. )

My first power was empathy. Like yours. The aptitude, the ah, able to read brains... thing? ( He twirls his finger by his head. ) That came after I witnessed an unfortunate incident. It stuck, empathy was buried. Right up until it wasn't.

I could get technical, but that's the gist. Funny thing is, we cancel each other out. What powers are you carrying these days, I wonder?