For a moment, that doesn't seem to register, or perhaps it just doesn't bother Mohinder. That lasts one entire minute before his thoughts, loud and in Hindi, burst out angrily. Tuma aisā karanē kā kō'ī adhikāra hai!
It's true. They had no right to do that to him. And it hurts. It hurts and he has no outlet for that hurt. He breaks away from from Sylar towards Matt's body, shouting at it.
"Tuma kō'ī adhikāra nahīṁ thā! You were my best friend! Maiṁ āpa mēṁ viśvāsa thā! How could you have kiyā hai ki mērē li'ē?!" It's the ultimate breach of trust. Mohinder feels tattered. He leaves the room immediately, still seething.
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It's true. They had no right to do that to him. And it hurts. It hurts and he has no outlet for that hurt. He breaks away from from Sylar towards Matt's body, shouting at it.
"Tuma kō'ī adhikāra nahīṁ thā! You were my best friend! Maiṁ āpa mēṁ viśvāsa thā! How could you have kiyā hai ki mērē li'ē?!" It's the ultimate breach of trust. Mohinder feels tattered. He leaves the room immediately, still seething.