That does give Mohinder pause, first at the brief pleasure of hands in his hair and then at the sick feeling in his stomach when Sylar explains the sort of brutality he feels at the edges of Mohinder's thoughts.
The truth is, Matt and Peter both could have scooped out any information from him that they wanted. Things could be missing and he'd never know. He presses a hand to Sylar's abdomen, strictly to get a grasp on the betrayal he feels.
"They're my friends, they wouldn't--" And yet Matt had been so angry sometimes, would stare at him with loathing. So. He'd known. He died knowing Mohinder's guilts, all of them.
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Date: 2011-07-17 06:30 pm (UTC)The truth is, Matt and Peter both could have scooped out any information from him that they wanted. Things could be missing and he'd never know. He presses a hand to Sylar's abdomen, strictly to get a grasp on the betrayal he feels.
"They're my friends, they wouldn't--" And yet Matt had been so angry sometimes, would stare at him with loathing. So. He'd known. He died knowing Mohinder's guilts, all of them.