Fire. Mohinder flinches, more at the heat than at the new face staring back at him. He holds his hands up to protect his eyes and swallows, thick and heavy. "This is why you want me to use the retrovirus! You want me to kill them all so you'll be the only one left!"
He doesn't bother to retract his fangs, mostly because he's dealing on instinct here. He doesn't know what he is. He just understands hunger. Desire. He knows that the blood inside of Sylar is the only thing that will cause his hunger to end.
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Date: 2011-12-16 01:58 pm (UTC)He doesn't bother to retract his fangs, mostly because he's dealing on instinct here. He doesn't know what he is. He just understands hunger. Desire. He knows that the blood inside of Sylar is the only thing that will cause his hunger to end.