Nathan had to stomp on his control to keep himself from creating a tornado in the middle of his brother's apartment. Sylar helped them save the world....his murderer was one of the heroes now. Not only had he stolen Nathan's life but he'd never been held accountable for it. This filled him with a rage that he wasn't sure he could recover from. Why had Nathan spent most of the last few years suffering while a killer had...had been on karma's good side.

"Pete,' he says his voice a low growl, "this story had better end with Sylar in jail by the end of it or I may end up starting a hurricane in here." He hadn't yet had time to explain how he'd been experimenting with his powers since arriving, it was like almost dying had unlocked something in his brain that made him understand what he could actually do. His power wasn't simply about flight it was about the air itself. Like he and it were one person and he wanted to share that with his brother, but how could he knowing what he knew now.