Mohinder had been able to see the company's point of view. Whilst he had felt he had had little choice but to give Sylar the cure to the virus, and thereby give him back his powers, he also had a good idea of how the Company thought. They had believed the geneticist expendable, and that had been his punishment for choosing his life over the defeat of the other man.

His new ward was awake, when he stepped into the viewing room by the killer's cell. That was less that fortunate, but Mohinder would make do. At that moment, he knew Sylar was safely drugged up, unable to use his powers, and whilst Mohinder kept himself behind the glass, he was perfectly safe.

"Sylar." His voice hid the nervousness inside him. He was safe, he reminded himself. Sylar couldn't hear his heartbeat. "We meet again."