"Everybody has a story," Sylar automatically corrected, furrowing his eyebrows at Ryder and shooting him a strange sort of look. "At that point, it's just a matter as to whether the story is interesting or not." His story. What do you even say to that? Sylar's brows automatically leaped up to a halfway interested expression, arms folding. "What are you expecting here, really? Dark past? Think that Daddy had a substance abuse problem or something? Why do you want to know?"