Coming up with coherent arguments was getting more and more difficult, but the shift from anger to exhaustion in Sylar's voice seemed to indicate that maybe he wouldn't have to. Maybe, somehow, he'd managed to survive this, even when he'd been prepared to die. Not that the other man mightn't get set off again, easily, Mohinder thought hazily, closing his eyes and trying to draw in a breath, only managing a shallow one, but at least he was getting oxygen in. That seemed to indicate that maybe his lung wasn't completely punctured, at least.
"It's your body...you've a right to it," he murmured, and that seemed right, at least, even if he didn't want to lose what was left of Nathan, either.
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Date: 2009-10-29 10:33 pm (UTC)"It's your body...you've a right to it," he murmured, and that seemed right, at least, even if he didn't want to lose what was left of Nathan, either.