Peter shook his head, closing his eyes. "No, Sylar killed him. Took his power, took his place, became President, and I don't even know when it happened." He swallowed heavily and frowned deeply, his forehead wrinkling as he struggled to deal with the guilt he felt. "I didn't even notice. I went into hiding after the explosion, but I saw him a few times, and I never. . ."
He trailed off, shaking his head a little. "We're not here to talk about me." he said, forcing himself to open his eyes and glance up at Nathan. "I'm more worried about you."