"There used to be a guy in New York who could control blood." Back when they'd been play their cat and mouse game, when he'd been avoiding taking new abilities as to not draw his attention to himself, he'd come across the guy. A mortician. He'd been careful enough to avoid using his power in public, but Sylar had followed him around for a few days, idly, waiting for Claire to show up on his radar again after her latest bloody escape. "Wonder if he's still there."

He'd have to find out later. For now he just watched her, something near jealousy tinging his thoughts for an instant before the high reasserted itself. If only he could get away with taking a power without that first stab of pain as his brain shuffled around to make room.