Sam found himself wondering how Claire coped. It was different, killing thousands of creatures he didn't know personally that wouldn't stop short of killing everyone else in the world, than being asked to shoot your own uncle. Claire berated herself and Sam stopped her.
"He's your uncle, Claire. To be frank, I would have been more concerned if you had been able to shoot him. Explosive or not," he admitted, giving her a gentle smile. "I wouldn't blame yourself for that."
Part of him wondered how Peter could have possibly ended up in Ireland after exploding, but he figured that there was a good reason and he didn't ask questions. Just let her tell her story. Sam listened to her explain that she tried to do what he did, too. Tried to leave it all behind and have a normal life. But it never worked that way, for people with lives like they had. You could never just...go back. You dealt with the hand you were given. Either well, or not. It seemed like they'd both gone the 'not' route. Though, Sam more than Claire.
He paused his thought process when she explained that her dad died. And then came back.
What was it with these 'writers' and people dying and not really being dead? It seemed that they had an obsession. She explained that her dad traded his freedom, more or less, for her to have her normal life and Sam realized that through the whole story, this was more or less the only fully selfless thing he'd heard of Claire's dad doing for her. He would have commented on that, had she not mentioned Sylar.
"Sylar is going to be a very large presence in this, isn't he?"