Looks like I'm jumping on the bandwagon here. Hopefully this works
before I actually lose it and convince Sylar to start handling you idiots for me.
Hi. My name is Claire Bennet. There is one person that calls me Clairebear and he is not you. Yes, I can really heal from
most any injury and no, you can't see it for yourself. No, I don't know how many times I've died and, again, you can't see it for yourself. I also don't feel pain and, once more just so we're clear, you can't see if that's true either.
Nathan and Meredith are both actually dead. Thanks for reminding me. My parents aren't getting back together. Thanks for bringing that up, too.
I'm not going to apologize for jumping off that Ferris Wheel and I don't have to explain to you why I did it. Just like I'm not going to dye my hair brown and start hunting down people with abilities.
Now, let's see if I can explain a few things
to you sickos out there. Peter? Is my uncle. We're related. We aren't secretly in love. I am also not going to get involved with: my dad, my bio-dad, my brother, either of my grandparents, Elle, Claude, René, Hiro, Ando, Mohinder, Matt, any members of the Sullivan Brothers Carnival, Eric Doyle, someone named Adam, or Sylar. Or anyone else that I might know from back home that you think I'd be perfect with. I'm not explaining my friendship with Gretchen to you and I'm not going to hook back up with West, Alex, or any of the above in any sort of combination.
And if one more person asks me if Sylar can cut off the top of my head so you can poke around inside my brain too, I'm going to let him try it out on you first and see how you like it.