"I won't try to run," Mohinder promised, eyes a little dull. Where was there to run to, anyway? If Nathan was dead, really, and he'd pushed Sylar from whatever they'd formed to this, and he had so much blood on his hands that he wasn't good for Molly anymore...she'd been doing so well under his mother's hands...
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Date: 2009-10-23 01:27 am (UTC)"We're clear."