Mohinder flinched away from the words--more emotionally than physically, given his situation, but they hit their mark. They hurt, and not the least because of the grain of truth in them. Nathan was dead, and nothing Mohinder did was going to change that. Claire maybe could have, but no one had thought of that quick enough, and now he was left with a ghost and a madman, an echo and a resonance, all trapped and wrapped up in one body, and Sylar was right that it wasn't fair to him. What they'd done wasn't right, and to snap back that it was just punishment for what he'd done wasn't going to help, and wasn't right either. It wasn't just--there was no justice in this. Death would have been better, cleaner.
And maybe he was looking for his own redemption in the other two--in him, in...trying to force Nathan's basic decency into Sylar's consciousness somehow, to show him what he could be. He swallowed. Playing god, just like his father, just like Matt.
It really was too easy to slide down into guilt these days.
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Date: 2009-10-22 08:47 pm (UTC)And maybe he was looking for his own redemption in the other two--in him, in...trying to force Nathan's basic decency into Sylar's consciousness somehow, to show him what he could be. He swallowed. Playing god, just like his father, just like Matt.
It really was too easy to slide down into guilt these days.
"What do you want from me, then?"