At that, Claire held on to him tightly again, because even if all these other things were bright and promising, they still had the feel of something that would be taken away. Speaking of the last five years, that was real, however painful, and knowing she had somehow made some small difference in his life – there were no words for how that made her feel. He'd been the only thing she could stay truly attached too, distance or not, even with the reality of the man who could suppress powers that had led to his scar, because she'd felt certain he would be out there even if she never saw him in person again.
But even if accepting blame had only come with the recent realization of what had changed, it wasn't easily set aside, given the weight of its consequences. "I'm still sorry I didn't do what I should have," she said, barely a whisper, before continuing in a normal tone, "but I'm glad it happened elsewhere, that they're all here." Alive. "Really glad." Glad for him and, even though all she felt was uncertainty thinking about Nathan and Heidi and her half-brothers, there was a spark of hope for herself in the feeling. She hadn't had enough time yet to make it a fully fledged hope that broken promises wouldn't stay broken, but it was a start.
But there were people she was concerned about, people she needed to see again if they were all safe in this place now. "My dad? Is he here? My mom? Lyle?" Andy too, but Claire wasn't certain Peter would have any way of knowing who Andy was in order for her to ask about him.
She had to know before she focused on the things that confused and frightened her, from this good versus evil war he'd mentioned to the presence of Sylar-who-wasn't-Sylar and how her knew her if he wasn't Sylar yet.