Claire latched on to him again with even more fierceness than before. He'd guessed, so what was the use pretending? "I won't be alone, Peter and Claire and whatever other freaks like us are around the world will survive. No matter how it ends, no matter how everyone dies, we'll be here. Always."
Forever. The world could be all but destroyed and they would survive it, like human roaches. It was disgusting, but even more, it hurt. Never had the gap of 'being different' been so great as it was looking at the possible to likely end of the world.
"I don't want to be here when you're all gone," she whispered. "I never wanted this and I never wanted to give it to anyone else. He can't die because of me. We can be shot and stabbed and suffocated and run over and cut open and never, ever get to go on to wherever 'after' is."