That, at least, has a calming effect on him and Mohinder closes his eyes and exhales slowly through his nose. "Last week... I wish I could return to last week." He'd been happy, more or less, pining secretly (more or less) for Bruce. They'd had their project, Molly had a recital with her violin at a school she was doing so well at. Everything was fine.

And now--

"I believe I understand how you and how Xavier's lot feels now." Alone. So...very alone.