Mohinder cried out again, shuddering in pain. It was blinding, turning the world white and then dark in a way he couldn't fathom, couldn't deal with for a moment. Sylar's words were just noise, something in the background of the waves of pain washing through him and he couldn't breathe. At that moment, he just wished he'd kill him to stop the pain.

"I don't know how to reverse it," Mohinder finally said, gasping around the nausea from the pain. "It's not science, what they did...what Matt did...science can't undo it...you have to find somehow...something to hold on to...I was trying...trying to give you that..." Give them both that, but whatever. He could have let Sylar go the time he tried to, not called him out again.