If he’d been operating at full Sylar capacity, he would not have let the others in the lab know he’d come back. Alone. Perhaps it’s a good indication that he really doesn’t want to cause problems the way he’d used to. Hurting people isn’t just game anymore, but he’s still coerced by the very nature of his aptitude.

He wants to know how things work. He wants to know how they interact with the universe. He wants to take something apart to see the gears turning and the springs vibrating.

“Magic.” Magic isn’t real. It’s just science in another package. “How do you do it?”