A week later, Sylar had been free of the cot he'd been fastened to since nearly the start of his ordeal. There had been no real reason for Sylar to be trapped there still as his powers had all but vanished. All he had to look forward to was Mohinder's daily visit even though it meant his becoming closer to being insignificant once more. No one had bothered to tell Sylar what would become of him, he figured something was amiss since he was even brought back from death in the first place.

It was time again, Sylar could feel it and though he couldn't actually hear Mohinder coming down the hall, he knew he was there. A few buttons pressed and his id cleared, Mohinder opened the heavy door that sealed itself shut after his entrance into the room. Each time that sealed sound suctioned into the doorway his heart rested in his throat, lodged in deeply. Yes, he had a tranquilizer gun and also a company-issue gun with him at all times when he came. But there was always the outside fear that Sylar would do something completely unexpected.

Like on the third day when they tried to have Sylar awake for his treatment. A small plastic cup in one hand and a tranquilizer gun in the other, Mohinder knelt down over Sylar's half-awake form. The pills rattled around in the cup and made Sylar half-flinch from what each new one down his throat meant. Mohinder's fingers curled around one orange pill and gripped it gingerly. Half-lidded eyes stared out at Mohinder as he got closer. The once sparkling black eyes eyes looked dim now as the pill got closer and closer still. When the orange capsule touched Sylar's lip he waited just one moment more before he struck.

Sharp white teeth clamped down and sank into smooth flesh as Sylar snarled and bit into the other man's finger. He jerked and pulled back but Sylar would not relinquish his hold on the other man as he glared at him. A knuckle was easily used to lodge the finger behind the curve of his incisor, the orange pill dropped down the side of his face and slid off to the floor. A desperate move no doubt but it was all Sylar had to show his distaste of how Mohinder had led this assault against him.

That didn't stop the pills from later being shoved down his throat and wouldn't stop any future treatment attempts. Sylar was sitting on his makeshift bed flexing his fingers out in front of him hoping that something would still happen. He used to be able to move things but nothing very heavy and not far. This was no longer the case as he didn't glance up at Mohinder's entry. His eyes lowered a bit, he'd stopped focusing on his fingertips but kept them wriggling still.

"Dr., Is it that time again?"

A cold formality, he wanted to match with words how Mohinder made him feel with each clinical action. Mohinder walked closer to him, the cup in front of him. Sylar's eyes glared out at the man from his peripheral vision.

"Yes. Are you going to do it? Am I going to have to slip them into your mouth after you've been drugged? It's really better for all of us if you just cooperate."

With a swing of his long legs, Sylar turned to face Mohinder. Eyes fixed on Mohinder's own as he spoke.

"I should just sit here and let you do this? Do you have any idea what I could give you, Mohinder? Such power, you and I together like it used to be. I've always liked you there, by my side Mohinder. If you just...throw those pills down and let me out of here. I can show you things that you've never even dreamed of."

Those dark eyes focused harder still on Mohinder, hoping to will the other man to comply as he had before. Any change in the man's face would be observed by Sylar and played upon further. However, all the muscles in Mohinder's jaw twitched then clenched as he came forward.

A swift movement of his right arm and cold steel met Sylar's temple. The taller man tensed as he stared right at Mohinder. This man had changed since Virgina, since the day in his apartment. This time when Mohinder held that gun, Sylar felt a very real fear. He gulped slightly as he watched Mohinder intently.

"That's all you really have isn't it Gabriel? The offer and pursuit of power. There's nothing for you if that's gone isn't there? I've watched you on the security feed, trying to do something, anything when I'm away. Seeing you powerless makes me realize how hollow power has made you. You've nothing to offer anyone anymore like this. Even if you had power I wouldn't want it. You've nothing to offer me. Now take them."

The gun still at Sylar's head as the cup was brought forth. A shaking hand took it and hesitated before gulping down the suppressants. Once Sylar proved he wasn't hiding them under his tongue, Mohinder took the gun and placed it back into his shoulder holster. Sylar could only stare at him, lip trembling just so as his thoughts raced.

"Mohinder, please. Just...stay with me another minute?"

A quaver in his voice as the complete honesty of Mohinder's statement tore through him like a razor blade. As Mohinder just looked at the man and turned on his heel, Sylar felt his heart sink slightly. Being alone and powerless was what his life was like before and for it to be happening again was true Hell.

Mohinder left, the door sealed behind him. He sighed and leaned against the wall to steady himself. His hands shook as he glanced to make sure he was alone in the hallway. To break a man down like that was eating away at him and he had no idea why. This man was a murderer, a monster but his life was slowly being ripped away from him which is something that Mohinder wasn't sure even Sylar deserved.

His hands went up to his face, he rubbed his sleepless eyes as he sighed again. It was getting close now. The Haitian would be called down within the next few days to wipe Sylar's memory of ever being Sylar. Mohinder's heart beat rapidly at the thought of looking into those eyes when they were bright and unaware of the dark cold orbs that he would always envision looking back at him.