"Wait--" This, this was not what he was expecting. Maybe it should have been, but he hadn't thought it had to do with him exclusively, or even Sylar. He knew that the Joker wasn't exactly pleased with Sylar, who in the Port was, but he didn't think that the clown would come after him for it. It meant that the Joker and potentially other people thought they were connected, which was one thing that Peter had far too many mixed feelings about, and was something he had no idea how to deal with.

Holding up a hand, as if that could possibly do anything to protect him, Peter took a few stumbled steps back, fear starting to set in and wrapping around his lungs like a vice.

"Killing me isn't gona make him do anything. Sylar doesn't--" But hadn't Sylar said just days before that he cared? And Peter knew that this was some mixed up, wrong twisted relationship that was forming so of course it would effect Sylar. Of course it made sense. Everything that happened to Peter effected Sylar, that's how it had always been. How it would always be.

Swallowing hard, all Peter could think of to do was try to talk his way out of this. He had no abilities, no weapons, no nothing to protect himself, save for the steps back he was taking and a pitiful ability to fight. "He won't care if you go after me, he'll probably thank you for it if you do."