"Paradise?" Sylar repeated, confusion etched across his face. "You mean like heaven? Does it really exist?"
He had never been the religious type. His grandfather had taught him to question everything, and he had grown up an atheist. But if heaven—Paradise—was real, the idea was staggering. Yet, judging from what he had learned so far, it clearly wasn't a place of peace and happiness. If beings like the Apostles came from there, then whatever Paradise was, it was no divine sanctuary.
Instead of jumping to conclusions, Sylar fixed his eyes on Captain Benjamin, his expression serious and curious. The Captain looked reluctant to answer at first, but after a moment's thought—and seeing the spark of genuine interest in the boy's gaze—he finally nodded.
"You were born in a fairly advanced world," Benjamin began slowly, "so I assume you know about the principle of the Big Bang."
