Eden looks back at Sylar. It's always been easier with eye-contact. She takes a breath in, swallows - and her face hardens. Eden's always had very thick armor, though she hoped never to have to use it again. Her "Keep moving," is brusque. Business-like. Thick with power.

They're behind the buildings now. Eden stops walking and turns fully to face him, moving more briskly to get a good deal of space in between them. "Stop," she tells him.

She hesitates. She wants to ask if he has any last words - what would someone like him say? But she doubts he let his victims speak. Giving him words gives him power.

Her eyes close. Flames flicker in her memory. Snow whirls, and a man much like Sylar but not gets up again. Deep breath in. All those people dead. Chandra dead. A chance to do what she couldn't do back in her universe.

"Die."