"I wasn't trying to screw you over," Mohinder protested, heedless of Sylar's interpretation. He'd already said this. "I was trying to protect you..." Another cough hit as he tried to breathe and he curled over in pain, adding bitterly, when he could, "God knows why."

He struggled to catch his breath, shaking with the effort. "But if you're tired and done, then fine. Finish it for both of us. You did manage to retake control. You can do it if you try hard enough, but just...end it, let yourself go, and let me go, too. I probably deserve it for something, if not this." He wasn't sure if he was goading or bluffing or simply not caring anymore, but the world was narrowing in little spots of pain and he was hoping, at least, that he'd pass out and miss whatever came next. At least it wouldn't hurt anymore.