What do you think? [ Nose pressed to the top of her head, smelling sharply of hair dye, Peter held her close, as protectively as he could manage for the time being. Despite everything -- Sylar and their intuitive aptitude and wanting him alive too -- he still felt hideous that he couldn't have kept her safer.

He still felt like all of it was his fault. Undoubtedly because rather a lot of it was. ]

One ruined apartment isn't gonna keep me from hunting him down. I've still got more abilities than him, ones he doesn't even know about.