Matt calls something over his shoulder and gets to his feet, crossing the distance between the table and where Mohinder has himself pressed against the wall to stand over him, trying to shield him from the light as the partition slides back up. It's not perfect -- he's one person, not a wall -- but he's at least trying. Sylar said to keep him alive and, well, he has to admit to a certain amount of guilt seeing how violently Mohinder's reacting. This is a man who, up until a day before, was a friend, and regardless of how dangerous he is now, that tie isn't completely severed.
Behind him, the light dies finally and entirely, and Matt takes a step back, then another, going for the bag on the table. He pushes it into the hands of one of his guards and makes for the door. "Take him back to his cell and get him something to eat. We'll keep going with this later."
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Date: 2011-12-19 02:16 am (UTC)Behind him, the light dies finally and entirely, and Matt takes a step back, then another, going for the bag on the table. He pushes it into the hands of one of his guards and makes for the door. "Take him back to his cell and get him something to eat. We'll keep going with this later."