Deal with them, yes; enjoy them, no. If this Peter knew of any way to make Sylar go away, she'd be more than happy to learn it.

"Wait, you threw him off a roof--with you--and then someone stabbed him?" Had they been on the grounds, that wouldn't have been much of a surprise, but as it was.... Damn. "And he didn't die." The words were flat, and exasperated--she couldn't have survived anything like that; by rights, nobody should be able to. How was that fair? Susan put a hand over her face.

"All right. Well. That's...disheartening."