Mohinder felt a cold chill run through him at that, cold enough to snap back even the sharp pain of the fingers in his hair and leave him feeling numb. He looked at Sylar and all he could see was death. He'd seen it before, and always fought his way free, somehow, but he didn't know if he had the will for it anymore. There was too much blood on his hands and maybe he deserved it.
But they didn't, was all he could think, and he struggled a bit in Sylar's grip.
"Not here. Whatever you're going to do to me...don't do it here. Don't put my mother and Molly through that again...please..."
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:44 am (UTC)But they didn't, was all he could think, and he struggled a bit in Sylar's grip.
"Not here. Whatever you're going to do to me...don't do it here. Don't put my mother and Molly through that again...please..."