It was a struggle. Mohinder knew what he had to do and Sylar's flippant attitude and ability to completely disarm him at every turn just made him more angry. Just keep talking, he thought hopefully to himself. He could really do this if Sylar fueled him enough--

"You might not come back," Mohinder said, every word a white puff of smoke. "You might be gone forever. No one would even mourn you."

He picked up the knife. It was heavier than he had imagined. Why couldn't it have been a gun?