Peter knew that there really wasn't much worse than this, didn't need to have Sylar tell him that, and if it was going to happen slow and agonizingly this time, then he just didn't want to have to do it at all. But it wasn't as if any of the other options sounded splendid either, and they all depended on having a certain amount of trust in Sylar.

Keeping his jaw clamped shut for another few seconds, terrified that laughter was going to bubble up from nowhere, he simply tried to keep his heavy breathing even through the shaking. Slowly pulling his gaze away from the opposite wall, he finally looked back at Sylar, almost choking on a laugh that he was trying his hardest to repress as he stared at the other man, almost know what his answer was going to be moments before he said it.

"Fine, just do it. I don't care, I don't want to have to die again. Not like this." The unspoken words were that Peter trusted Sylar enough to do whatever it took to get this to stop, even if that meant putting his life in Sylar's hands in an entirely different way than allowing him to watch this horror show continue around the clock.