He made another gesture, this time intentionally snapping another rib in hopes that it would get Mohinder to shut up.
"You haven't tried. You stopped playing the game." That much was fact, far from the rage-fueled accusations of earlier. He'd given Mohinder weeks -- month. He'd threatened the things he cared about, demanding answers, as was part and parcel of how they worked. And what had Mohinder done? Nothing. He'd kept Nathan in the dark. He called him out whenever he felt like changing up who he was fucking. No actual progress had been made. "So excuse me if I don't trust you not to keep sitting on your ass until even you can't call me out again."
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Date: 2009-10-24 12:28 am (UTC)"You haven't tried. You stopped playing the game." That much was fact, far from the rage-fueled accusations of earlier. He'd given Mohinder weeks -- month. He'd threatened the things he cared about, demanding answers, as was part and parcel of how they worked. And what had Mohinder done? Nothing. He'd kept Nathan in the dark. He called him out whenever he felt like changing up who he was fucking. No actual progress had been made. "So excuse me if I don't trust you not to keep sitting on your ass until even you can't call me out again."