Oh, no. They weren't playing that game. As soon as Mohinder bucked, Sylar pulled the wire tight. It dug into his gloves and slid against them, making him squeeze all the harder. No wonder people usually wrapped these around sticks.

"Maybe you'll be more rational when you come back," he told the scientist, sounding disappointed. He was unsure if the man was even alive to hear him anymore. There's been a crack and a squelch, but he no longer had his ability to tell him if he had properly snapped the neck or collapsed the windpipe. His voice took on a distracted tone as he continued. "We have to work together here. This is the only other option."