Mohinder let himself be dragged. His mind was racing, trying to see a way out of this. He didn't want to die. Maybe he deserved it, maybe it was only fair, but he didn't want to die. But he'd promised not to run. He didn't know if she'd be safe after, anyway, but he hoped, prayed, that she would be.

But he didn't want to die.

The sight of the alley made his stomach twist in fear and he didn't think he could take that step, freezing at the mouth of it. He'd promised not to run, but he couldn't move inside either like a cattle to the slaughter.

"I can't..."