Tonight was the worst possible of all nights. There was the reminder of death outside the door, and cold, certain death just beyond that. In here was betrayal and Mohinder found his hurt turning towards anger. It turned his blood black as he leaned into the chilled cradle of a junction of walls. He could feel the chill against his shoulders.
It was the duty of a son to avenge the father. It was Mohinder's cultural and social duty to take revenge.
He had been nursing this thought through his own pain but his mind kept coming back to it. He wasn't a savage. He didn't have physical strength. There were no weapons here--
Or maybe there were?
Mohinder strode stiffly to the utensil drawers and yanked them open. He didn't care if Sylar guessed what he was looking for. Usually, there was little to nothing to be found in these homes. A candle, some toothpaste...
He was honestly surprised to find a knife in the first drawer he had opened, laying in the cold dust.
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Tonight was the worst possible of all nights. There was the reminder of death outside the door, and cold, certain death just beyond that. In here was betrayal and Mohinder found his hurt turning towards anger. It turned his blood black as he leaned into the chilled cradle of a junction of walls. He could feel the chill against his shoulders.
It was the duty of a son to avenge the father. It was Mohinder's cultural and social duty to take revenge.
He had been nursing this thought through his own pain but his mind kept coming back to it. He wasn't a savage. He didn't have physical strength. There were no weapons here--
Or maybe there were?
Mohinder strode stiffly to the utensil drawers and yanked them open. He didn't care if Sylar guessed what he was looking for. Usually, there was little to nothing to be found in these homes. A candle, some toothpaste...
He was honestly surprised to find a knife in the first drawer he had opened, laying in the cold dust.