He took a step back when Gabriel stood in front of him. "I will never help them." His voice is so low, its almost growled, and he bristles at the very idea. "I was a monster back then. A monster that was easily manipulated and not well-rounded. I will not work for them, I will not give them the time of day. I have a little girl now, too, a family. And its not traditional like yours but Molly is still my little girl. I'd rather die than help Nathan Petrelli or their Company again, and you can pass that message on for me if you are so inclined."
He reluctantly looked up at him as he offered the chance to destroy Molly's files, and for a moment he really thought about it. "They won't just 'forget' someone like Molly Walker and you know it. Even without a file they know what she's like... believe me, I worked for the Company and they know a lot more than they let on. They have more stowed away then just a manila envelope with people's names and photos in it."
He sighed, and shook his head again. "This night is not turning out the way I'd hoped it would be." He told the other honestly. He looked hurt. Betrayed. "I hope that mobile finds a lovely place in your nursery, Gabriel, and I do hope that your babe is going to be happy and healthy. Think about me, yeah? Think about me on the run with my family. Think about what they'll do to my family to get me to comply with their orders. I'm not making that formula. If Molly and I have to be on the run for the rest of our lives... well, at least I know you'll have a fine life."
Mohinder was angry. Livid, even. He'd never intentionally killed anyone; not when he was thinking right, anyway. Others were casualties of science and he couldn't help that. Gabriel had killed dozens (hundreds?) and he was offered immunity. It made him angry, and it was all coming back at his friend. The man he cared about more then anyone in the world.