Mohinder felt himself fly forward against all the resistance he'd put up, none of his strength helping him now as he fell to his knees, palms scraping across the gravel as he tried to catch himself and failed. He looked up, judging the distance, fight or flight kicking in, but flight wasn't an option, and even fight wasn't much of an option.

He didn't know what would push Sylar into going after Molly, and so the only thing he could think to do would be to talk his way out of this somehow. Rolling a bit until he was sitting, he watched the shadow in the alleyway that somehow managed to encompass love and hate and fear and faith all in one, and didn't know how anyone could carry so much conflict about another inside them.

"So this is it, then? I made a mistake, trying to find a way to keep this all together and you hidden from them, and it's the last one I'll make? Then what? You haven't got control back, Sylar. Nathan's too strong...what are you going to do when he goes home, freaked out about what's happened to me, with no one to explain to him, and goes straight to Angela and Bennet?"