Mohinder had to deal with fear before. Walking into his apartment to find a strange woman cooking and Sylar sitting at the kitchen table that he and Matt and Molly had breakfast at was the most horrifying experience he'd ever had because he knew Molly was in the back bedroom. He could almost hear her behind the door and saw a shadow move of her small feet--

There was nothing Peter could do to him that would make him as afraid as he'd been almost three days ago now. Nothing. Peter wanted to growl in his face? The two telepaths wanted to pull all of his thoughts out at once? Let them. He gave Peter a shove that did little good.

"What the hell was I suppose to do?!" he shouted. "I opened the door and there he was. With Molly. The Company took away his powers, gave him a version of the virus--" And he'd had Mohinder's gun. "A version that would keep people with abilities from being able to access them. I had the cure. He knew it."

Even with Matt holding them apart, Peter was much stronger than Matt could ever hope to be and Mohinder was reaching levels of frustration that could very well make him shut down.

"What would you have had me do!?"