Anger over took all else, which was not exactly healthy considering that there was nothing to beat Sylar to death with here and even if there was, he outweighed him by enough to make the match, even armed, extremely uneven. “You have not right to talk about him!” It didn’t matter how accurate Sylar was about the man. He knew him for what? Weeks? If that?

Mohinder didn’t know that either but they weren’t going to commiserate about how intolerably hard it was to please the man when Sylar had been the one to down him.

“And you had no right lying to me-- I will never help you. I will never allow you to kill another person for as long as I can help it!” All of these were lofty goals for the Indian who was just as stuck as Sylar.

No. More so. His backpack with his tablet was right by Sylar’s foot.