He remembered when she made it 'safe' for them to talk. Dreams were as real. And she walked through his dream as if completely comfortable.

The candles weren't real, but just like with Candace- Michelle, whoever she was- Road could make it feel that way. She had an illusion ability, effectively, although it was obviously more all encompassing than that. It made Sylar smile wide to realize that.

He pulled the last candle out, chuckling as it was replaced with clean, unbroken skin. He walked closer to her, staring closely. "This isn't even really you, is it? I could cut your head off and you wouldn't even notice." He should be running, but he knows he wouldn't get anywhere. It was too late for that, she'd just pull him back- besides, what fun would that be?

He attempted it. A quick horizontal swipe, directed at her throat, telekinetically trying to rip her head off. He was certain it wouldn't work.