It was with a sickening jolt to his heart that Mohinder realised that, throughout this conversation of give and take, he had not once thought of Molly. His instincts were purely of self-preservation.

"You'll never sway me." He growled, but there was something new in his eyes. Something he hoped Sylar would pick up on.

There, in the look he gave Sylar, was the unwritten conversation. The plea to let him see that he was lying, that he couldn't be so brazen in such a high security cell. There would doubtless be at least three people watching them on CCTV as they spoke.