"She's some sort of hell dimension, a kind of holding point," Sylar said, frowning at the imagines running through his mind. It was worse than any of the prisons that he'd been in, what he'd seen in that other man's mind. Of all of the things that he had done, all of the things that he could be accused of, there was absolutely nothing that he'd done that could come close to this. "They're feeding her lies, mental manipulation, trying to break her."
There was a quiet edge in Sylar's voice, a mix of disgust and anger as his tone as his hands sparked at the defensive feelings that were ignited in him. There had been few people here who had actually been decent to him. Cathy had been one of those. And while it didn't surprise him that there were people capable of doing something this heartless, it was still just as enraging as it would have been if he'd still been able to be surprised by the cruelty of humanity.
"I hope you know a way to get there because that's out of my depth."