[there's a pause as sarissa soaks up the insult. not deterred-- ever-- of course-- pshh-- but acknowledging sylar's complaint. she's considerate that way in the presence of a dude fresh out of torture. or just not a psychopath. one of her little bunny clone incisors peeks out a moment, then fades. her eyes look sad.]

You'd be funnier if you stopped murdering people, [Sarissa answers eventually.] But I'm pretty sure you shouldn't need anybody to tell you that, mate.

Have you got an endgame? I'm not trying to be funny. And I'm not talking about Kavo, or even this... [she looks around. the room seems emptier than before. not as dirty. mostly because he's lost all the details in his vision and his body is trying to turn itself out, getting away from the toxins flowing through his veins.] Wherever we are. He's just a kid. Worse comes to worse, you'd come back this go-around. Best case scenario after that, this shit will only get worse.