Sylar

[ As John continued on, Sylar looked at him again, the surprise clear on his face. He'd expected John to growl at him to figure it out, since he's so smart, and leave him to his miserableness. Instead, John was...helping? It was so strange. Sylar found himself listening closely, eager to help it along. What else could he do? ]

I can build makeshift solutions to problems that present themselves, as long at they're not electronic. You're right about the mechanical knowledge. That's why I've been collecting everything I can.

I'm not squeamish. I can help with medical procedures, even if it's just passing things around. My hands are steady. I've read every textbook I could get my hands on, so I have base knowledge of a lot of subjects, and specialized knowledge of human anatomy.

I'm willing to do whatever it takes to understand this place, no matter how dangerous. And no one will miss me if I die.

I'm apparently good at eating half-rations. I used to be ravenous all the time, but I'd always had the theory that the calories were helping fuel my abilities. So I can go with less here.

[ The look he gives John is hopeful. That was what he was asking, right? He's not sure what this has to do with 'fixing' himself- a slow watch still wasn't doing its job. But they were clearly on to something else here. ]