Sylar stepped forward again, considering her one last time. There was something, but it wasn't what she was trying to use--there was something else there.

"Don't you even want to know how it happened?"

He smirked, raising his hand again slightly toward her, giving a little flick of his hand as though to use his telekinesis to flick her backward.

"Of course you do. You want to know how to get it back." His own telekinesis had been taken from him, he knew how it felt to lose a power. He stepped away, moving toward the containers. "Good luck with that."