Sitting up straighter on the couch, Claire leveled a look at the other girl. "Oh, psht, do not think you can blow me off like that," she said, frowning a bit.
"You don't want to now because of me, right? Because it would fix what he did to you so you can feel pain, because you want to, but you think it's wrong to want it because I feel pain and look what happened to me."
Claire didn't think she was at all wrong about it. In reverse positions, she wouldn't just feel guilty for wanting what had been used against her, she would feel like not feeling gave her an edge. She would never admit it, but she had wished, on that table during some of the worst, to be the way Sylar could apparently make them. There definitely would be no admitting of that, but it did mean she could guess the argument beyond just knowing herself pretty well and so knowing her younger self.