Claire wanted desperately to believe what he was telling her, and part of her did. Not all of her, though. Too much fear still swam through her veins, too many horrific images still assaulted her mind's eye, for her to truly have faith that things were going to get better as easily as he made it sound. Nothing was ever that easy. It was a bitter lesson Claire had been forced to learn time and again, and she doubted this would be much different.
It did feel nice to think otherwise, though, even if she was only pretending for a while.
"So we just need to find someone who isn't afraid of anything?" Claire's eyebrows rose a bit. "Anyone in particular come to mind that we could nominate for the job? Because clearly I am not a candidate."
Her tone was mildly joking but there was a hint of seriousness there as well. Who wasn't afraid of something? Everyone had at least one thing they feared, didn't they? She'd always thought so, at least. It wasn't as though you could just decide not to be afraid of something... could you?
"I think I really freaked Priestly out, with the whole shooting myself thing," she admitted after a second. Claire frowned lightly as she looked back to Sylar. "Probably a bit too hardcore for him."