He shifted a bit, frowning but not looking away, his posture suggesting that he planned on letting up. Or at least planned on not breaking another rib for that he deemed a wrong answer.
"I wish it could be you," he muttered, frown turning to a scowl. "It should be you. But it's not. Nothing's working. Hell, he wandered back into your father's office again, a few days ago, and I couldn't get out."
That had been before the lines had thinned, of course, but still. That alone terrified him, since Chandra was as much a part of him as Mohinder was if not more so. Chandra had shaped him into the living weapon he was and to be denied that trigger? He shook his head a bit, even if he never put words to that fear.
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Date: 2009-10-26 06:46 pm (UTC)"I wish it could be you," he muttered, frown turning to a scowl. "It should be you. But it's not. Nothing's working. Hell, he wandered back into your father's office again, a few days ago, and I couldn't get out."
That had been before the lines had thinned, of course, but still. That alone terrified him, since Chandra was as much a part of him as Mohinder was if not more so. Chandra had shaped him into the living weapon he was and to be denied that trigger? He shook his head a bit, even if he never put words to that fear.