It's so bright, and such a marked contrast to the dark, that all Sylar can see at first are reddish-orange spots. He shakes his head, blinking furiously as one hand lifts in an aborted, warding gesture.

It falls to his side once he recognizes Frank.

"That is who I am," he spits, enraged -- and while his posture stays taut, his expression and voice drop into a sudden calm when he speaks next. "And it didn't help you very much, in what you wanted. Did it, agent."