Sylar - Gabriel Gray

He’s not my brother. I can’t believe the pain hasn’t sent me to my knees. That’s not Nathan face down in my bed cradling an empty bottle. That’s Sylar. I want him dead. He killed Nathan. I hate him, but I can’t destroy him. I know he’s holding Nathan’s memories. I know he’s wearing his face because of what Ma did to him. But I can’t let go of this scrap of my brother. When he mumbles my name in his sleep, I wonder if it’s Nathan or Sylar calling for me. If I love him, he could be Nathan.