It was the same as when the Company tried to win him round, against Bennet. The same feeling in his chest as when he'd informed Bob he had been working for Noah. It was the sensation of his very moral structure disintegrating in his hands. The complete loss to see what was right and what was wrong.

It made that unhinged glint in his eyes ever the brighter.

"But you'll kill so many more, if I let you out." He commented, stepping back as Sylar moved forwards. But even as he thought that, spoke his thoughts out loud, he already knew where this would lead.

He was playing God. Choosing who lived and who died. Sparing his own life at the risk of hundreds, thousands of others. Innocents. The thought of that power made him feel almost dizzy.