Mohinder was better with a plan. Better with a goal. He tried to latch onto one, but it was slipping through his fingers. He almost jumped when Matt touched his shoulder and forced a smile instead. He was never hesitant when it came to physical contact, but it bothered him at the moment. It made him itch.

"We had Peter this entire time," Mohinder said, well aware that he was shifting the topic around, or perhaps attempting to play off his distress on something else. "I wasted so much time. People might not have died."

He busied himself cleaning up. That no soldier had passed their doorless lab yet didn't mean that one wouldn't soon enough.

"There ought to be enough here for two dozen people." And that was no where near enough.

Silence made it all the more awkward and Mohinder felt the pressing need to...explain. Not talking was ruining them and Matt might well be the only one left on his side in the world.

If he even was any more. "I have only ever tried to help," he said, a little defensively. He wasn't a bad person. And he didn't want to become one. "I'm not sure how to atone for what I've done and have been led to do. I'm-- I am very, very sorry, Matt."