Sylar shrugged, raising his drink to his mouth to take a sip before he answered.

"It's not your fault." Nor was it his; if anyone was to blame here, it was their mother and father for being so damn cold. Maybe he was just a bit bitter still, too, even if he had tried to convince himself that he didn't need a mother or, if he did, Angela wasn't his because she hadn't raised him. "I appreciate it, though. Not many people would bother apologizing to me for anything."