The way Mohinder paused when he opened that drawer made Sylar curious. "Ooh, what'd you find?" he asked, as if he hadn't just revealed that he was Mohinder's mortal enemy.
Sylar stiffly rose back up to a standing position, and let out a nasty laugh when he saw the glint of metal. "Now, just what're you gonna do with that? Kill me?" He tilted his head to the side, staring at Mohinder as if he were a small child. "I'll come back. And meanwhile, I get to be dead and you get to share a room with another dead body." He opened his arms wide, even if that fought against every instinct for warmth he had right now. "Sounds like a plan to me. Go ahead, Mohinder. Make yourself a murderer."
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Sylar stiffly rose back up to a standing position, and let out a nasty laugh when he saw the glint of metal. "Now, just what're you gonna do with that? Kill me?" He tilted his head to the side, staring at Mohinder as if he were a small child. "I'll come back. And meanwhile, I get to be dead and you get to share a room with another dead body." He opened his arms wide, even if that fought against every instinct for warmth he had right now. "Sounds like a plan to me. Go ahead, Mohinder. Make yourself a murderer."