She heard the sorry, heard it, but didn't acknowledge it. Not yet. Because the whole knowing he'd kill her father and family in the future was plaguing her. It would haunt her. So this was the pain Peter and the others had to endure. It was...unbearable. [I'm...so sorry,] was all she could manage to say to her uncle, her eyes conveniently finding other places to land.
Claire took his hand, stealing a quick glance long enough to see he wasn't about to take his eyes of Sylar. She gave it a squueze before letting go, moving just slightly behind him, watching, listening. And when the other him showed up, the real Gabriel, she flushed and dropped her eyes again. "Yeah. Right." Claire bit her lower lip and slowly dragged her eyes up towards Gabriel's. "Sorry." How many more times would she say that word today?