Claire nodded. She was glad that she hadn’t run into any drunken frat boys, but if she did, she could handle them. She wasn’t the easiest person to hurt, though she did feel pain. She just seemed to get over it a lot more quickly than other people did. She was finally learning to be okay here. Sylar was not lurking, waiting to attack her and take her power anymore. He already had it. And as far as she could tell, the only Sylar that was here, was not even really Sylar. Not yet anyway. And Gabriel couldn’t have been further away from Sylar, he was so sweet, even if he had spooked her just a bit when he saw inside her head like she was a clock to take apart. It made her wonder if that was how Sylar always saw people like them, and why he didn’t seem to show much remorse for the crimes he committed against them.
Killing is probably easy when you don’t think of the person as a person.
“Me too.” Claire confessed. “I think a lot of us were.” She nodded again. No one had any idea how or why yet, but it seemed to be happening all over. At least most people who came here had someone though. Claire couldn’t imagine how lost she might feel now, if Peter wasn’t there with her. She hoped Dean had someone similar. No one should be here and be alone.