"Not with your powers, no." Mohinder agreed. The rest of the argument went unsaid - Mohinder had had no need to explicitly point out that Sylar would most likely still be able to overpower him with physical strength alone. Especially when he knew he'd have to go in there, sooner or later.

"Yet again, Fate has conspired to bring us together." Mohinder said, arms crossed across his chest as he appraised the man on the other side of the glass. Some dark sense of satisfaction had flown through him at the sight, the knowledge he had his father's killer trapped at last. The victory had not been his own, but that was a small detail.

"How are you enjoying your new accommodation?"