Home. Claire didn't have that anymore. She had the apartments she rented in every place she'd lived, but she'd not had a home in years. More dream promises, more things she wanted so badly and yet she couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop.
And drop it did the minute Peter opened his mouth and said they had been wrong. He could try to anticipate her reaction, but there was no way to stall it. In the space of less than ten minutes, Claire had been pulled from her own time and put in the apparent past where people knew her that either she didn't know or only just recognized, Sylar was running about with a different name, there were vampires and demons and ghosts and god knows what else, she'd found Peter and had the temptation of all the things she wanted put in front of her, her location had again changed abruoptly and then Nathan had to come into the conversation.
"Wrong?" she echoed, stepping back enough to see him clearly, wary and angry now. "Sylar's not Sylar here and we were wrong about the guy who had us all hunted, who tore us apart, who made everyone afraid of us, who apparently couldn't keep any promise he ever made?"
And it wasn't just about what had happened after the explosion, but about before too. Promises that she'd have a family, that he wanted to do better, and then he hadn't done better, not for anyone. And he was here in this city.
This was too much to ask, to accept all the bad guys weren't bad, because what did that leave? The good guys weren't good?
"I'm not wrong," she said, chin lifting. She didn't know why Peter was saying all of this, but this just wasn't something she was going to go 'oh, okay!' to at all. "He's a bastard and a liar and I hate him and if he comes near me-" She couldn't even finished the outraged threat because the venom lodged it in her throat.
In the shadows, Nathan reeled, not physically but emotionally. He hadn't exactly intended to be right where Peter and Claire were the moment they arrived back at the hotel, he'd just gone to the roof for the quiet, to focus on the things being fed back to him along the link because he needed to know something was going right in all of this. She was here, alive, after disappearing, but she had seemed confused and it hadn't taken much to determine it might not be the same Claire.
What he'd just heard confirmed it. As quietly as he could, he retreated further from view before she saw him and inflamed the situation further.