Bennet squeezed his eyes shut. He knew what she was asking. She knew what she was asking. That was why she couldn't bring herself to ask. He wished she wouldn't. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to think it.
But he knew. He knew the answer to it, goddamnit, and he hated himself for that knowledge. Something he had learned in the course of his job in order to take down those that needed to be taken down. He never, ever thought it was information he would give in order to kill his daughter.
"I'll help you, Claire," he said. Noah Bennet, Company Man. Noah Bennet, Loving Father. He didn't want to blur that line. Never wanted to. Only for Claire. Only for her. "I promise. If it comes to that... I'll help you."