"Nothing sticks around forever," Sylar said, offering her a very slight smile. Well, except them. He and Claire had both been here for as long as he can remember. He, her, and Ma...Angela had arrived all at once. And none of them had yet to leave even as lots of people had came and went. "We'll figure out a way to get rid of it, after all. Someone got rid of the Gentlemen when they were here. This is no different. You've just have to have the right people for the right job."
Smiling, Sylar gave her hair a bit of a friendly tussle before giving her another half hug. Laughter was good, even if it was born of a sick irony and painful memories, it was better than her being curled up in a ball and hating herself for something that she didn't even do.
"And until we do, we've got each other. And we'll manage to keep each other sane no matter what lengths that we have to go to in order to achieve it."