Oh no. She did not just say that. How many times had he heard Sylar say the very same thing, albeit worded slightly differently. How dare she?
"Do I look like I'm broken?" he asked sarcastically, turning to look at her. "I'm not the one crying on the floor, baby," he reminded her. "See, the difference between you and me? It's simple. I'm a god, and you're weak. Look how fucking dependant you are on something that could never possibly happen."