[ It only made it that much worse that Sylar was panicking, because that meant that he had about as much of an idea as to what was going on as Peter did. And Sylar always knew, or at the very least he was always supposed to know, and watching him try to shake answers out of a nearly catatonic Jesse was going to get them nowhere fast. ]

Sylar. [ Voice frantically edged, Peter didn't know how to help. Maybe if they'd prepared for this a little bit better... but they hadn't, and now he was lost. He wasn't going to kill Jesse unless Sylar said he could, and he wasn't going to do anything else until he understood what had just happened. But the hunger was raging intolerably behind his eyes, making it impossible to think rationally much past wanting what he'd come here for. ]

If we don't kill him now, we need to go. In case it happens again. [ Moving forward, he wasn't even sure if he should touch Sylar and he hesitated with his hand hovering nearby, his gaze still stone-cold set onto Jesse. ] He'll know we were here whatever we do.