Jeremiah lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck. As much as he wanted to berate her and lecture her on the fact she had been so stupid to think she could've gone after Sylar alone, he knew he couldn't. Not right now. She had died. He had killed her and she had come back and there were too many other things that needed to be squared away before he could even think about addressing the stupid decision that led up to all of it. He offered an apologetic expression when she asked if he knew about Sylar and, after a moment of silence, Jeremiah nodded.
"I've known about Sylar for a long time," he replied honestly. "I've known what he can do and I know he can't be killed either. He's... special," Jeremiah said, the last word coming out like it was a curse. "I wanted to tell you but, really, would you have believed me?" He offered a weak half-smile and shook his head. "But that's not all, Veronica," Jeremiah said and took in a deep breath. "I knew about Elle, too. I knew Elle," he added on. "She was..., well," he didn't want to give her too much information, didn't want to ruin her idea of her twin. "She was special too," he decided on the words.
"And," Jeremiah hesitated, uncertain if he wanted to admit to her what he could do. There was a heavy silence where he weighed out whether or not to tell her before he took in a breath. "You can't die," he didn't give himself away yet. "Not if you have the ability it sounds like you have. Your body heals itself. Regenerates." He offered a small smile, "You'll live forever." The words were out and, for a moment, he felt sorry for her. Everyone was going to die around her. He didn't explain how he knew the things he knew, just gave facts. She could ask if she wanted, a part of him hoped she did, but another part hoped she didn't... this part of his life had taken so much from him, Jeremiah wasn't sure he could handle if it took her away too.