[ Sylar's eyes narrow, more to keep from outright crying than anything else. There was no winning here. But at least neither of them would. He huffs out a sigh and lets go of Sherlock, backing up a few feet to put space between them. ]

It's not any different. I knew it wasn't right, I did everything to try and stop, at first. The only difference is you had to deal with it here for a night, and I've been dealing with it for years.

[ The fury is out of his voice, now. He just sounds tired. ]

Did it get harder to fight as the night wore on? Some people told me it did.