[ Sylar knew he'd made his point now, even if Peter looked up at him with the kind of desperation that said that he was clinging to his sanity by a scrappy edge. That was the only reason why he made Peter his priority, and when he tilted his head back toward Jesse at last, it was as he moved around Peter, found his shoulders and directed him across the basement to where the other man was still held, pinned up against the wall.

There was one other thing he was proud of, after all.]

I didn't give you permission to talk.

[ Sylar exhaled slowly, considering his options. Jesse was right, in most ways. He would probably never break; he already knew he was nothing. But he wasn't going to let him talk like that to him any more. He tightened his telekinetic grip, just enough to keep him from talking, not breathing. ]

Don't kill him. Show me how precise you can make the incision. Across his forehead, but not through it. This is just like the Discovery Channel. Show him how we hunt, Peter.