"I'm not sure," he answered, his mouth twisting into a thoughtful frown. "It's ... not something I would have expected. I mean ... "

He paused, eyes darkening briefly, before disappearing as soon as it had come, like a shadow over the sun. "I always knew we were connected. There was too much--you were too much like me. How I could have been, if things had gone differently, somehow. But, I never though that we were brothers."

Sylar shook his head, ever so slightly. He hadn't answered the question, he knew, but it wasn't something he'd done on purpose. Rather, it was more a case of, "I guess I'm still in sort of a state of shock. I haven't had time to process it."