It was, in fact, an interesting philosophical question, and Sylar was about to launch into a discussion when he caught the look in Mohinder's eyes. Really? Sylar's eyebrows rose. Really, this soft-hearted man was even thinking about stabbing him? If he went through with it, Sylar'd be impressed.

Considering the fact that Sylar's reflexes didn't quite get him out of the way in time, he did in fact spend some time being impressed as he stared at the hole in his coat. It started seeping blood after a long moment, and that was when the pain kicked in.

Sylar's yelling was not particularly dignified. But he was surprised, okay? He twisted away as quickly as he could manage, and just tried to achieve some distance. Ah, if only he'd thought to grab his tablet, so he could record this part for later. "News flash, Mohinder: I can't take abilities here. My power is gone. I have no reason to kill anybody here." He coughed out a gasp as his wounded side hit the counter he was moving around. "But you do, huh?," he croaked. "Fine, let's get it over with."

He wouldn't hold still, because he couldn't just let himself die. But it probably wasn't going to be too hard to reach him. The stab wound was slowing him down further, and he honestly wasn't much of a physical fighter. At the moment, he seem more invested in not getting hit in the neck than he did with not dying at all. He wanted to have a voice till the end, after all.