Mohinder shakes his head. "I know everything there is to know, everything he knows. We've shared too much blood." He leads Matt back upstairs, ring firmly in place on his hand. John would be so proud to see him this way. Or perhaps he'd weep for him... "Mērē bhagavāna... A version of me destroyed his world by being careless. Trusted someone and was killed. It's been bad since. He's been wandering for years now. I am always to blame. Always. You don't need to sugar coat it."
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Date: 2011-12-23 02:37 am (UTC)