There isn't even pause before Sylar dismisses this as easily as someone saying the grass is blue or the sun rises in the west: he shakes his head in several small, careful movements, mouth twisted in disgust.

Being told that he's deluded, insane -- there's nothing new in that.

(And yet.

Not simply that he's insane, this time; that there's no such thing --

How can he say that?)

"Sylar."