"Maybe." His lips twitched upwards, briefly, before dropping a second later. "But what's more important, Mohinder? Yourself? You friends? Your family? Or a handful of people you've never met before?"

He leaned forward just a bit more, forehead actually touching the window between them, now. "It's your choice. Be a hero, and let me out. Save the things you care about. Or wait until I escape, and ... mm. What's that quote? The inaction of good men?"