He'd heard about it. He just didn't believe it. It made about as much sense as anything here, sure, but there were holes. Gaps. Mohinder found himself wrapping his fingers around the torch he'd had sitting on it's end beside where he was working. It was nice and heavy and he felt safer having it in his hand.

"Ah yeah, it's easier to believe in advanced technology piecing together our memories, some of which are focused on insanity," they did have aliens here, Sylar. "Than it is to believe in the evolution of human life?" Now was not the time for a lecture, however. "You do not get to speak about my father, Sylar.". The name was poison on his tongue. Betrayal made Mohinder extremely vitriolic it seemed. "And you-- You stay the hell away from me."

It wasn't much of a threat. Sylar outweighed him easily but he was still prone. He didn't have any abilities. And... Well what could he really do to him?

"I'm sure the people here will care as much for you as the Joker. You'll be all alone again. You're a monster."