Axel backed up immediately, eyes set on Luke with mistrust and uncertainty. He gripped the best weapon he had, just in case this guy came at him. He knew how dangerous he could be, he'd seen it up close and personal. He had to be smart and careful if he wanted to escape this. He'd just go back to Central, hide behind the rogues and hope Mick Rory roasted him or something.

"I asked you to do one fucking thing and you couldn't even do that! You didn't even give me a fucking chance to make the decision, you jus-- you fucking killed him because of what? I didn't answer my phone fast enough? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Well, that was a stupid question.

"Nevermind, I don't have all night. Back off, Sylar. I don't want to do this any more." Because every time they did, someone died horribly. And it was easy to get by with cops and dicks threatening him but this was nothing but jealousy.