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There may be plenty of things to complain about, but all in all Sylar has come out of this situation on top.
Not so long ago he was a ghost, barely conscious, barely even tangible, haunting a stinking alley in a decimated city. The decimated city part hasn't changed, and he's now occupying the body of a young woman who can shoot fireworks of all things, and he's lodging with the most insufferable man he's ever met without looking in a mirror -- but that's still a body, and that's still a home, and he still has the delicious intuitive knowledge that tells him he can rebuild his lost collection.
He even knows what he's going to begin with.
Well, what did you think he was doing with his days, if not lurking about and stalking innocent phasers?
Not so long ago he was a ghost, barely conscious, barely even tangible, haunting a stinking alley in a decimated city. The decimated city part hasn't changed, and he's now occupying the body of a young woman who can shoot fireworks of all things, and he's lodging with the most insufferable man he's ever met without looking in a mirror -- but that's still a body, and that's still a home, and he still has the delicious intuitive knowledge that tells him he can rebuild his lost collection.
He even knows what he's going to begin with.
Well, what did you think he was doing with his days, if not lurking about and stalking innocent phasers?