"Sonnet 141," Charles says with the tone of someone who greatly appreciates such a piece, with the voice of someone who knows of someone to whom that piece speaks dearly. "That is what I learned to control many years ago, when I realized that I could command another to do as I wished. Yet I sense you have a good heart in you, one that can tame the beast and have it trot at your command, rather than be the dangerous stallion it is now."

His eyes narrow, just faintly. If Mohinder cannot, he will have to deal with that as well, but that he keeps entirely to himself. "If you wish to begin, we can."