Setting back on on his heels, Mohinder's hands move to Sylar's shoulders before he surveys the damage and winces slightly. "Don't hurt them. What they did, it was horribly stupid. But they mean well. They just don't understand."

He can not be responsible for their deaths. He can't. Bridget was bad enough.

He's about to nose at Sylar's chin when it dawns on him that he's not alone. Both eyebrows raise for that one. "Who...are your friends?"