Peter heard the words in his mind. Because it was Claire, he listened. But the words were no comfort.
"He's a liar, Claire," Peter growled, advancing on Sylar. "That's all he does. All he knows. Lies and murder." One of his hands waved irritably at the computer, shutting off the blaring alarm for the moment. Peter wanted to be sure that Claire heard him.
His eyes were locked on Sylar, filled with cold rage. "What did you think?" he said to the man, the telekinetic hold forcing him harder in place. "That you could just waltz in here? That I wouldn't know you?" Pressure began to settle on Sylar's throat. It wouldn't be long, but it wouldn't be quick, either.
"You destroyed everything I ever loved." It wouldn't happen again.