Sylar had gone through several mind-shattering experiences in the past few days, but this takes the cake.
Standing before the wide viewing window, watching the planet Arcade from orbit, he felt his mind struggle to comprehend what he was seeing. The blue-gray sphere floated silently in the void, surrounded by drifting fragments of light and debris.
For a long moment, he was silent. The hum of the ship's engines was the only sound.
"You have many questions," came a deep, composed voice behind him. "Ask them. I will answer what I can."
Sylar tore his gaze away from the window and turned toward the tall, silver-haired man, the super soldier who had fought Xerxes, the True Apostle. His expression was complicated, caught somewhere between gratitude and suspicion. After a pause, he asked the most obvious question.
"Why did you bring me here?"
