He should have known that Sylar would have heard the computer. Maybe it had just been wishful thinking on his part--he certainly would have liked for Sylar to stay unaware of it. He rather wanted to keep Sylar as far away from the List as possible at all times. He had the feeling it was never far from Sylar's thoughts, but he'd like it to be...
...which gave him an idea. If he threw Sylar something else, the man might not press him on this, perhaps? At least it might be another stalling mechanism--he just needed more time, time to think of something else or call for help. "No," he blurted out. "Not the List. It's a virus."
It wasn't exactly lying, not that the distinction made any difference to him at this point. Mohinder had indeed been devoting a significant part of his research to his sister's virus, and to some kind of cure that wouldn't require him to personally visit every afflicted person and open a vein. At the time Sylar had shown up he had most certainly been working on the List, but that was only a piece of it now.
He swore softly in Hindi as Sylar tugged on him, jerking forward involuntarily. Damn. Invisible fingers creeping further up his arm made him surpress a shudder, try to ignore the goosebumps that swept over his skin. He would never get used to the feeling, he thought.
Of course, he rather hoped he wouldn't have a chance to.
He breathed in deep and let it out again. "I..." More lying seemed necessary here. "I can fix your eyes," he offered weakly. He had absolutely no intention of doing so, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen when it came time to actually deal with that, but he couldn't think of another reason that Sylar would actually agree with or follow along with.
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...which gave him an idea. If he threw Sylar something else, the man might not press him on this, perhaps? At least it might be another stalling mechanism--he just needed more time, time to think of something else or call for help. "No," he blurted out. "Not the List. It's a virus."
It wasn't exactly lying, not that the distinction made any difference to him at this point. Mohinder had indeed been devoting a significant part of his research to his sister's virus, and to some kind of cure that wouldn't require him to personally visit every afflicted person and open a vein. At the time Sylar had shown up he had most certainly been working on the List, but that was only a piece of it now.
He swore softly in Hindi as Sylar tugged on him, jerking forward involuntarily. Damn. Invisible fingers creeping further up his arm made him surpress a shudder, try to ignore the goosebumps that swept over his skin. He would never get used to the feeling, he thought.
Of course, he rather hoped he wouldn't have a chance to.
He breathed in deep and let it out again. "I..." More lying seemed necessary here. "I can fix your eyes," he offered weakly. He had absolutely no intention of doing so, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen when it came time to actually deal with that, but he couldn't think of another reason that Sylar would actually agree with or follow along with.