Confession

I have something I need to say. I've fallen off the wagon.

Now, I thought I had a really good run there. I did. A whole three and a half months, wasn't that amazing? After Hiro had to spend such effort fighting it down for a day, I thought people'd be congratulating me, but- oh no. It's just "You'll never make up for it, Sylar" and "You cut open my head, Sylar. How could we possibly have a civilized conversation?" None of you ever had to live with this sort of power. It's potential, pure and simple. And there's no point to potential if you don't live up to it, is there?

But I digress. I tried, and I was doing really well there, until I found out I'd been lied to again. Terrible, isn't it?

Claire, you'll be happy to know that we're not related after all, and also that you have a new reason to hate me.

Deb, what do you think? Should I turn myself in to you for the murder of Angela Petrelli? Or should I give you guys a fight, something to feel good about? Someone to come together against? I'm the villain, after all, that's supposed to be what I do. I've really been lacking with that, lately.

I'm not sure what I feel like, today.