Well, that wasn't entirely comforting. Charles knew it would be easy for him to suppress the hunger inside of Sylar, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to. Could he take away something that seemed to be so integral to this man's psyche? And what would happen if he did? Charles did not enjoy playing God. It wasn't his place.

If Sylar hurt any of his friends, however, he wasn't sure if he could stop himself from doing what it took to protect them.

"You can't hurt anyone here, if you're staying."