Sylar decides to initiate a new line of conversation, one that is more relevant to his immediate predicament. Not that he wouldn't appreciate bloody vengeance upon Eden, but still.

I'M TRAPPED

(If Darla looks in precisely the right place, if she squints, she might be able to make out the beginnings of a dark stain on the air on the other side of the desk. Powerful emotions and being so close to life are making him slowly stronger.)