"Good." That said, he readjusted his grip on Mohinder's hair, fingers even more vicious than before, and stood up, pulling the geneticist up to his feet along with him as painfully as possible. "Anywhere in specific you feel like dying, Suresh? Or do I get to pick?"

Really, he could care less, either way. Mohinder needed to pay for his betrayal before he slipped away again. It didn't matter where.