There were so many emotions currently running through Mohinder that several seemed to overlap upon his face at once. That he suddenly jerked away was inevitable. The fear, the anger, the hatred, those were all expected too. But the sadness was something else. He wanted to go back to ten minutes ago when the man he was trapped inside the kitchen with had been a friend and not the man that killed his father.
“Sylar.”
There was just something about the way Mohinder said his chosen name that could leave a thrill running through a listener. Large eyes had grown wider as Mohinder stood somewhere in the middle of the room, knees bent and eyes locked upon the man still seated upon the floor.
“You were-- You were going to use me to find people like you to kill?” That might have been a whine at first, but it turned steadily angrier and very much a ‘how dare you’ quality to it. Whatever shaking there was to his voice was strictly due to the cold.
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There were so many emotions currently running through Mohinder that several seemed to overlap upon his face at once. That he suddenly jerked away was inevitable. The fear, the anger, the hatred, those were all expected too. But the sadness was something else. He wanted to go back to ten minutes ago when the man he was trapped inside the kitchen with had been a friend and not the man that killed his father.
“Sylar.”
There was just something about the way Mohinder said his chosen name that could leave a thrill running through a listener. Large eyes had grown wider as Mohinder stood somewhere in the middle of the room, knees bent and eyes locked upon the man still seated upon the floor.
“You were-- You were going to use me to find people like you to kill?” That might have been a whine at first, but it turned steadily angrier and very much a ‘how dare you’ quality to it. Whatever shaking there was to his voice was strictly due to the cold.