Vorg, Zendo, and Michael all turned toward Sylar after witnessing Arthur's overwhelming display of marksmanship. It was the first time anyone had clearly surpassed Sylar in any combat task, and each of them wondered how he would react.
They had seen geniuses before—people so gifted that they became self-centered, arrogant, even delusional when faced with someone better than themselves. Many would cling to excuses just to protect the fragile image of superiority they'd built.
But Sylar said nothing. He didn't sneer, didn't force a smile, didn't offer any backhanded comment.
Instead, his expression was simple: a genuine smile and eyes burning with fighting spirit.
Sylar had no doubts—Arthur was better than him when it came to marksmanship. Yet that didn't discourage him. Finding a stronger opponent wasn't a curse; it was a blessing.
A wise man learns more from his enemies than a fool from his friends.
