[ If Sylar was here because of his pride, then it was being snubbed viciously by the other man's words. He wasn't prepared to let Jesse die until he'd eaten them, until he cowered from Sylar's power and trembled, acknowledged him as greater, as better, or at least screamed and meant it. Right now he was just pathetic. Small and pathetic.
He was about to speak when Jesse turned on Peter, and at once he knew what was going to happen. Peter was raging out of control, and he stepped forward too slowly to stop Peter from shoving Jesse against the wall--but not too slowly to reach out, throwing his own wall of telekinesis at Peter to shover him into the wall ninety degrees from Jesse. He took over the grip that kept their victim pinned, but caught Peter in turn, one hand raised toward each of them.
And Sylar tipped his head toward Jesse, teeth bared, furious. ]
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He was about to speak when Jesse turned on Peter, and at once he knew what was going to happen. Peter was raging out of control, and he stepped forward too slowly to stop Peter from shoving Jesse against the wall--but not too slowly to reach out, throwing his own wall of telekinesis at Peter to shover him into the wall ninety degrees from Jesse. He took over the grip that kept their victim pinned, but caught Peter in turn, one hand raised toward each of them.
And Sylar tipped his head toward Jesse, teeth bared, furious. ]
No. You keep your eyes on me.
[ He shot a glare at Peter. ]
What do you think you're doing?