It was awkward, being teamed with herself. She already felt inferior. This was the real Claire, and not one from a lost and forgotten future. They had almost nothing in common anymore, save that they were indestructible and they both loved Peter. At least it wouldn't be too hard to tell them apart because she had brown hair and the real Claire had blonde hair.
She could put aside any inferiority that she was feeling, and just focus on helping Peter. She couldn't help feeling that she was upsetting her though. She had been considering that when they got Peter back and everything was okay, she was probably going to leave the Hyperion. She wasn't set on it just yet, maybe it would depend on how the afternoon went.
She was silent, just giving a small nod of her head. She started heading towards the door, not looking at the other her. It was almost like they weren't the same anymore, because she was not from the same time and she'd experienced things that the younger Claire had not, and likewise the younger Claire had experienced things that she did not.
The world that Claire came from was hard to even imagine for most people, it was more like a nightmare. She was haunted not only by her own death but by the death of all of the special people and all the restrictions. Her father had tried so hard to keep her safe, and she couldn't help but think sometimes, deep down, that she would never be safe at all.