He held on for a moment more, before dropping his hand. While the motion was enough to allow Mohinder the opportunity to breathe, however, the sudden tilt of his head that followed was more than enough to keep him pinned. He didn't want him getting up, he just wanted him to get his voice back so that he could try and fail at explaining himself. So that he could make him beg before he killed him.
"You're as bad as Arthur and Angela, you know," he told him coldly, in the space between the release he'd granted the Indian and actual proper breathing. "They thought they could lie to me -- use me as a weapon. I'm stronger than all of you -- stronger than even Peter, now. It wasn't a bad plan. Or at least it wasn't until I found out what they were doing." A beat, and then he asked, "You know what happened to Arthur, right?"
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Date: 2009-10-19 09:38 pm (UTC)"You're as bad as Arthur and Angela, you know," he told him coldly, in the space between the release he'd granted the Indian and actual proper breathing. "They thought they could lie to me -- use me as a weapon. I'm stronger than all of you -- stronger than even Peter, now. It wasn't a bad plan. Or at least it wasn't until I found out what they were doing." A beat, and then he asked, "You know what happened to Arthur, right?"