"You can't," Mohinder protested, even as visions of a thousand different ways Sylar could try to make him talk flashed through his mind. "You don't have the ability, not yet. I'd know it if you did." If Sylar could make people do whatever he wanted them to... well, there was no telling what he'd have done by now, kill rule or no. And he couldn't read minds yet -- that was Matthew Parkman's ability, and last Mohinder had heard the man was still alive and well despite the four shots to the chest he'd taken in New York.
"And you're right," he added stiffly. "I wouldn't anyway. I won't." What Sylar might do with the information, he didn't know, but none of the options he could think of were any good. And anything that might put Molly into more danger was completely out of the question. Mohinder was much too fond of her to allow any further trouble to come her way.
Mohinder stood awkwardly as Sylar splashed his eyes, watching him narrowly. It wasn't exactly comfortable to just... stand there like this, but he wasn't sure what else he could do. The last time he had been around Sylar and they weren't actively trying to kill each other, Sylar had been Zane and that had been... easier. A great deal easier.
It was more difficult now, in fact, because he still remembered that, remembered the way he would have reacted if it was Zane whose eyes were hurt. He might have helped him to the sink and gotten him a washcloth, and then made him some tea while they sat and talked, and... Mohinder cleared his throat, folding his arms. "Any better?" he asked coldly, looking away.
"And you're right," he added stiffly. "I wouldn't anyway. I won't." What Sylar might do with the information, he didn't know, but none of the options he could think of were any good. And anything that might put Molly into more danger was completely out of the question. Mohinder was much too fond of her to allow any further trouble to come her way.
Mohinder stood awkwardly as Sylar splashed his eyes, watching him narrowly. It wasn't exactly comfortable to just... stand there like this, but he wasn't sure what else he could do. The last time he had been around Sylar and they weren't actively trying to kill each other, Sylar had been Zane and that had been... easier. A great deal easier.
It was more difficult now, in fact, because he still remembered that, remembered the way he would have reacted if it was Zane whose eyes were hurt. He might have helped him to the sink and gotten him a washcloth, and then made him some tea while they sat and talked, and... Mohinder cleared his throat, folding his arms. "Any better?" he asked coldly, looking away.
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