Sylar scoffs, quietly.

"I'd much rather see them dead," he murmurs -- very nearly hisses -- as, without taking his eyes from Lucy, he jerks his head back toward the house. "People like the agent, the ones who resist, the blind; that's only fitting for them. If he can't see now what makes you think he ever will?"

The scorn becomes more pronounced. "And he's very resolute. Set in his beliefs."

All the same, his focus remains keen, interested.