"You don't listen," Sylar snapped, fanning his fingers out to shove Mohinder back into the wall behind him with enough force to hopefully break something. "I lose either way, Suresh. Bennet or my own brain deciding I'm the wrong half of this -- this hell. It doesn't matter. At least if I kill you, it's because I decided to. Rather than having you betray who and what I am again and again, behind my back."

Perhaps he'd let too much slip in admitting to Mohinder that he was starting to feel like his body and mind were trying to get rid of him rather than the other way around, but at this point, he didn't care. It didn't matter how blurred the lines were or what fleeting hope he may have given him. Suresh would be dead in a few minutes, Sylar not staying this hand this time. He wouldn't get the chance to try anything stupid, whatever that entailed.

"This is my choice. Not yours. Not Nathan's. Not Angela's. This is how I want to go down. Swinging rather than just fading away."