Mohinder just wasn't a monster. The fight bad washed out of him the moment he had gotten blood on his hands and he dropped the knife between them, mostly out of shock for what he had managed to accomplish. Eyes wide, he glanced down at his hands and retreated.

Sylar was right. He didn't have the stomach for this. Unfortunately, Sylar did. In two ways. If he had gotten the American deeply enough, he could very well spend the next hour or so bleeding out as spilled stomach acid made the pain borderline unbearable. He hadn't prepared for that either.

Mohinder had the passion for revenge but not the follow through.

He cursed lightly in Tamil, hands shaking.