Sylar

Sylar propped himself against the wall, still staring down at his untouched soda. "She said she used to have dreams about how I would end up, when she was pregnant with us. That if she'd kept me, I would have killed you and Nathan. Her. Our father. Everyone." Funny, considering that despite the fact that she'd given him away, he'd still managed to kill at least two of the people on that list--Peter and their father--but he kept that to himself. It wasn't relevant at the moment; maybe he'd come back to it later. "She thought that if someone else raised me, it wouldn't happen, I guess."