Not only a psychopath, but a sadistic one. Matt felt rattled but held his ground, intimidated by the mess of thoughts in Sylar's head but trying to put his training before his emotions. Sylar was a bad guy, Matt was a cop. It was a simple equation.
Especially when he hurt people he cared about. It took him a lot of willpower to not turn away and see if Mohinder was hurt, but he knew his priorities. Right now, they equated to stalling.
He still asked, though. Projected the thought in a hurried mix of words. You okay? I'll kill him --
It made his verbal answer, the one to Sylar, come out half a second too late. Maybe Sylar would take it as fear. That would be good. "Me?" He raised his head slightly to look down at the killer, not afraid of the eye contact. He was only barely taller. His hands were slightly lifted between them. "You want to know what I'm doing? I'm going to put you down. Wanna guess how?"
Sylar seemed to find it highly amusing. Matt inclined his head slightly, listening for anything, ready to move. The gun was still in the drawer - it wouldn't do much good at all, but it was there. Peter could be anywhere.
He would have tried to push his thoughts at Sylar already except the hacked up mess in Sylar's head was frightening to project into, and if it failed, they didn't have backup yet.
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Especially when he hurt people he cared about. It took him a lot of willpower to not turn away and see if Mohinder was hurt, but he knew his priorities. Right now, they equated to stalling.
He still asked, though. Projected the thought in a hurried mix of words. You okay? I'll kill him --
It made his verbal answer, the one to Sylar, come out half a second too late. Maybe Sylar would take it as fear. That would be good. "Me?" He raised his head slightly to look down at the killer, not afraid of the eye contact. He was only barely taller. His hands were slightly lifted between them. "You want to know what I'm doing? I'm going to put you down. Wanna guess how?"
Sylar seemed to find it highly amusing. Matt inclined his head slightly, listening for anything, ready to move. The gun was still in the drawer - it wouldn't do much good at all, but it was there. Peter could be anywhere.
He would have tried to push his thoughts at Sylar already except the hacked up mess in Sylar's head was frightening to project into, and if it failed, they didn't have backup yet.