Peter shrugged Matt off without much difficulty and advanced on Mohinder. It was clear what Peter would have done in the situation. He hadn't managed to kill Sylar at Kirby Plaza where Nathan very nearly died. He hadn't killed Sylar in Odessa or in Brooklyn because Sylar had killed him first and now Sylar was alive and Nathan was dead. Something in that equation had to be fixed. Sylar was an easy target. Peter was showing teeth.
Matt's reasoning wasn't nearly as fractured, but then, nobody had died - he hoped, very sincerely, but Mohinder had said Molly was safe and he wouldn't lie about that, or if he had, there'd be hell to pay - and he'd actually gotten to sleep. To him, the list of priorities was easy to follow. First, make sure Molly was safe; second, everything else. It was difficult to ... to dig, to filter through memories, that was new too, he mostly just listened, but while he heard the memory of Molly's agonized whine (she would never have to make that sound again, ever) he also heard Mohinder's surprised but thankful voice telling someone that they'd saved them.
That was all he wanted to know.
He was tossed back to earth by the ominous thud of Peter shoving Mohinder against a wall, looking dangerously intense, and despite the pounding in his head Matt refocused his efforts.
"Peter!"
It was a yell to get his attention. It was quickly followed with a mental command to Back off.
Peter resisted it, much like he had the first time Matt had tried to push him. His mind darkly telling Matt's no made him grit his teeth, but he tried again. Back off, Peter. Let go.
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Peter shrugged Matt off without much difficulty and advanced on Mohinder. It was clear what Peter would have done in the situation. He hadn't managed to kill Sylar at Kirby Plaza where Nathan very nearly died. He hadn't killed Sylar in Odessa or in Brooklyn because Sylar had killed him first and now Sylar was alive and Nathan was dead. Something in that equation had to be fixed. Sylar was an easy target. Peter was showing teeth.
Matt's reasoning wasn't nearly as fractured, but then, nobody had died - he hoped, very sincerely, but Mohinder had said Molly was safe and he wouldn't lie about that, or if he had, there'd be hell to pay - and he'd actually gotten to sleep. To him, the list of priorities was easy to follow. First, make sure Molly was safe; second, everything else. It was difficult to ... to dig, to filter through memories, that was new too, he mostly just listened, but while he heard the memory of Molly's agonized whine (she would never have to make that sound again, ever) he also heard Mohinder's surprised but thankful voice telling someone that they'd saved them.
That was all he wanted to know.
He was tossed back to earth by the ominous thud of Peter shoving Mohinder against a wall, looking dangerously intense, and despite the pounding in his head Matt refocused his efforts.
"Peter!"
It was a yell to get his attention. It was quickly followed with a mental command to Back off.
Peter resisted it, much like he had the first time Matt had tried to push him. His mind darkly telling Matt's no made him grit his teeth, but he tried again. Back off, Peter. Let go.