Peter gingerly touched the back of his head, and felt the sticky warmth of blood on his fingers. He stared at his fingers for a moment, stunned, until Nathan's mind touched his. Then he looked up at his brother, swallowed, and slowly knelt down, to be eye level with Gabriel. He kept one arm leaned against Nathan's leg, as a contact point for each of them.
"Gabe?" he tried aloud, before licking his lips and switching to telepathy, lightly brushing against Gabriel's inner barriers. Gabriel, I'm okay. Look at me, Gabe.
It was still Gabriel, as much as it could be. Self-loathing, horror, confusion, but none of the desire for power and violence that had been a trademark of Sylar.
His thoughts went back to Nathan. He's still Gabriel. Just Gabriel. I don't know what happened.