Sylar's jaw set. He couldn't let Mohinder do this. He didn't want to be on the 'list of dangerous people,' having to constantly watch what he did. He reached down- slowly, no need to get huffy, Doctor- and picked up his watch. He slid it back on his wrist, then placed his hands back in his pockets. "Should I tell the network that you're getting the first signs of MN Poisoning?"

He changed his voice again, higher pitched and unsure. "'He's thinking I'm that Sylar fellow, the man who kills people with abilities! He attacked me and ran off. I just hope he's okay...' How about that, Suresh?" he asked, his voice lowering again, full of malice. "Maybe that'd explain it better to people, your family's tendency to get someone's hopes up and then abandon them as soon as you no longer have any use for them."

If Mohinder thought he was leaving Sylar's vicinity today, he had another thing coming. Sylar picked up his bag, ready to follow.