Mohinder was just tired. When Peter agreed that yes, they could go after Sylar the moment Mohinder was done being useful to them, the Indian got to his feet and pulled the vials of blood out of the fridge. He felt numb, emotionally exhausted, and right now, he couldn't even think to fight the other two. He didn't have to be a telepath to know what they were thinking when they looked at him--
Or worse, didn't.
Neither of the other two were touched by personal tragedy at the hands of Sylar the way that Mohinder had been. He wasn't particularly close to his father, but Sylar still killed him, that still left a mark. And worse? He had no abilities at all, not like Peter. He couldn't protect himself from Sylar--
Either time.
As he sat at the desk, turning right the chair, to prepare to draw Peter's blood, his mind was filled with a buzz Matt might not have felt before. Sorrow, frustration, anger, contentment, enjoyment-- Yes, all of those emotions were healthy in reasonable doses.
Perhaps it was just that Peter had exposed too many nerves, perhaps it was just that a person's mind, already under stress, wasn't meant to be so open to others-- But Mohinder felt so violated and victimized. Matt had likely seen it in others before too. He was a cop, after all.
Strangely quiet, the geneticist took four vials of Peter's blood without a single word. He prepared the solution in the syringe like he'd done for Maya...and then for Sylar. It took a moment for his hands to stop shaking so he could offer the syringe to Peter without looking at him.
no subject
Or worse, didn't.
Neither of the other two were touched by personal tragedy at the hands of Sylar the way that Mohinder had been. He wasn't particularly close to his father, but Sylar still killed him, that still left a mark. And worse? He had no abilities at all, not like Peter. He couldn't protect himself from Sylar--
Either time.
As he sat at the desk, turning right the chair, to prepare to draw Peter's blood, his mind was filled with a buzz Matt might not have felt before. Sorrow, frustration, anger, contentment, enjoyment-- Yes, all of those emotions were healthy in reasonable doses.
Perhaps it was just that Peter had exposed too many nerves, perhaps it was just that a person's mind, already under stress, wasn't meant to be so open to others-- But Mohinder felt so violated and victimized. Matt had likely seen it in others before too. He was a cop, after all.
Strangely quiet, the geneticist took four vials of Peter's blood without a single word. He prepared the solution in the syringe like he'd done for Maya...and then for Sylar. It took a moment for his hands to stop shaking so he could offer the syringe to Peter without looking at him.
"You'll need a test case."