"You'll always need me." Mohinder responded, keeping that gaze fixed. His words were double-edged. On one hand, it was a plain and simple retort to Sylar's statement. A retort that, when watched by the Company, would not have seemed out of place. No conspiracy here. But, on the other hand, it was his way of saying 'alright. I'll get you out.'

And then, he nodded. The smallest of movements, but another sign to Sylar that he'd made up his mind.

They were going to do it, break out. Together.