Be the person you want to be. She'd been doing that really well for months now for the most part, she thought, but Claire still acknowledged she would never be everything she should have been as Claire Bennet. So if she wanted this, wanted this so much she couldn't think of anything else, how was that not it?
Or was it that she was just that completely messed up?
How had she gotten here? A week ago, she'd even mended some of the painful things, like fighting with Faith, and while there were still issues, like Faith and her sister not even being able to be in the same building together, things were pretty good. And then dark futures that played out too close to home to her own past came knocking, choices she'd made had been thrown under the microscope and completely reassessed, and then Sylar had come, but instead of leaving her terrified as the past, or even furious, it had done this. Sylar and dark futures full of death, entwined and frightening, but she didn't feel terror. Only torture lust.
In less than one week. One week, and she was looking at her reactions with a disppasionate not-dismay that they weren't the ones she and others had come to associate with her.
"I should feel scared of not wanting to be around people, but I already don't want them around this. Everything you're saying, it should make me care... and I don't. I'm numb, I'm cold, from the skin down it's just nothing."
She was crying harder now, but still with no tears. While 'nothing' wasn't an accurate representation - she was crying, obviously, and she'd been determined to make him not dismiss this - it did still cover more than it left bare.