"You would have blackened stumps for feet. You would have no direction--". No, Sylar, Mohinder did not believe that he owed you. Not for even a moment. He ought to have listened to House's warnings. He should have looked closer at Zane, noticed the strangeness to his answers and pick up on the potential, and no oh so obvious lies.

His knuckles paled as he shoved the torch into his bag. The other items he had laid out, the binoculars and the hangers, followed. They might be under lockdown right now but Mohinder wasn't staying here. The hospital was large.

"You killed my father. You used me to attempt to kill other people-- I am through with you, completely." He would march right out of this room with all of his things. And tomorrow...tomorrow he'd tell Norfinbury who Zane really was.