"She was a good person. She didn't deserves death." Mohinder growled, moving forwards and pressing his hands to the glass that separated him from the killer. He would have added that no one deserved that, but he was standing in the company of the one exception. If anyone did deserve death, it was Sylar.

"But you? I would happily see you suffer and die." The grin he gave through the barrier was manic, verging on insane, though he would never know it. In Mohinder's mind, he was still the loyal son following in his father's footsteps. He didn't notice how he'd changed, that dark glint that appeared in his eyes more and more often these days.

Mohinder Suresh was a man on the brink of a fall. If Sylar could notice this, he'd be on to a winner.