For a while, Adam was sure Sylar wasn’t going to answer at all. Maybe he would just pretend that the numbness had overtaken him, so Adam would finally leave him alone. But thankfully, he spoke, and even if it was indirect and distant in tone, it was better than silence.

Standing just to the right of the other, he looked out at the deserted city, a ghostly reflection of what it once was. Buildings had deteriorated, some overwhelmed by vines and plants, it was actually surprising this one in particular was still mostly intact.

“I’m sorry.” For your loss. For your curse, now, Adam continued in his mind. Nothing he could say would really take away any sort of pain from the other, but it felt like an appropriate thing to say. So long as he didn’t mention any names… Sylar will mourn. And then, he will move on.