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[Grubby and cobwebby, Nathan is slouched on his bed, smoking a joint. He's definitely not feeling his usual self, looking a bit more withdrawn than he would normally.]

So, I think I died last night. Either that, or someone slipped me some really bad acid. [He stops and groans there, squeezing his eyes shut and dragging a hand down his face.] I don't know. I'm kind of fuzzy on the details.

On the plus side, immortal. So, I don't have to worry about that zombie shit the rest of you lot have going. Down side... actually, I don't think there is a down side to dying, in this case. I mean, it's that or I got raped by some big, beefy bloke while having the worst trip of my life. [Pauses, looking mildly disgusted as he pictures that.] Yeah... let's not go there.

[He waves a dismissive hand at the camera.]

Anyway, I have this letter... bill... thing. Just so you know, I didn't buy anything, so you can forget about me paying it. Thanks.

[He takes one last, long drag off the joint, then pushes himself forward to stub the end out and turn off the camera.]

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[It's kind of validating to hear it's cool. Especially from someone with such a similar power to his own. He doesn't sound quite so threatened with his next question, his curiosity more free now.] So, do you think it was like a power fire? Or just your regeneration thing protecting baby you?

Maybe there's something about super powers and the weather? Like, it effects them, or something? [Not that an eclipse really counts as weather. But still.]

A power fire?

[Looking up from checking some of the bones in her hands, Claire shrugs.]

If super powers are connected to the weather, then I'm surprised there aren't more people coming out as Superman every time it rains a little bit. [She turns, fixing him with a grin, as she starts to lead him back down the path they came, slower this time so that it's easier to keep talking.] What would happen if you like... lost an arm or something? Do you think it would come back while you were out?

[At least that's what Claire assumes it's like to be dead.]

You know. A fire that gives you powers. Whatever they call it. I don't know, man. I don't read that comic book bullshit.

[That's a good point, even if he doesn't want to admit it. Frowning, Nathan stuffs his hands in his pockets, following her..] Well, okay. Maybe they aren't connected to the weather. It was just an idea.

[As far as he knows, that's exactly what it's like, so he thinks nothing of her wording. He just pulls a face, thinking about that one.] I don't know. Maybe, if I died... I doubt it would if I didn't. Don't know about if I died from something unrelated.

Oh. [She turns back into the wind, watching where her feet fall as she makes her way down.] No, it definitely wasn't anything like that.

[Which is about as much as she's willing to get into it. Nathan has things that he would like to brush by, and so does she. Her mother is one of them, and it's easy to fall back into a more humorous line of thinking than it is to linger on anything dramatic.]

It's not a bad idea. [And she's got no problems admitting that.] Just needs further testing.

[As far as his power's limitations go, Claire's own curiosity would lead her to lopping things off just to see if they'd grow back, but it's kind of a relief to know Nathan doesn't think entirely the same way that she does, as far as she can tell.]

I'm not suggesting that you should run right out and try it or anything, but you never know, you know? I mean... maybe your ability can change, adapt, evolve. Kind of like mine did. It was just kicking it on the back burner for a long time, and then everything changed. Maybe yours will, too.

[He's happy enough not to push her on stuff. Truth is, he doesn't even seem to notice if she's brushing off stuff, despite it being a tactic of his own.

He shrugs with a slight grin.] Yeah, well. I'm not about to start on any surveys, so I guess it's going to remain test free.

[Nathan's curiosity doesn't go so far as to voluntarily do himself harm. Okay, so if he's showing off, he could go for it. But he's certainly not going to push his powers for the sake of his own curiosity. Still. The idea of his power developing is a nice one. He sees now there's definitely room for improvement, so he's not about to give up on that happening. But for the time being...]

Mine's just been back burning for a while. Okay, so I come back to life, but I don't heal... I could show you. If you wanted. I'm not going to go out and kill myself, but I could burn myself, or some shit.

[They've almost fallen in shoulder to shoulder, Claire lengthening her stride the same way that she does when she's walking with anyone who stands at a normal height. It allows her to glance up at him, eyebrows raised and mouth open a bit. The expression quickly collapses, and she's left staring at him with a pinched brow instead, confused if not for her blatant understanding. Her tone tries for light, though.]

This really doesn't have to be a you show me yours and I'll show you mine kind of thing. I mean, have you ever been burned? It hurts. You could start with a paper cut, or you could stub your toe or something.

[Being on the tall side himself, Nathan is used to slowing his pace for people who are shorter than him. Especially as someone who tends to tag along more than lead. He is slightly relieved she doesn't expect him to do anything serious, but he's also a little put out by it. It's not as though there's anything he can show off right now, short of actually killing himself. And that's really not something he wants to do. It's not even as though he ever comes right back.] Really? I thought that was the entire point of this.

All right. Look. I don't have any paper, but I can stub my toe. Wait there a second.

[With that he crouches down to untie one of his shoes. Which would be a lot easier if he wasn't wearing Converse, but at least it gives him a chance to look around for a decent sized rock to kick.]

[Claire doesn't react right away - in part because she's not entirely sure what he's doing and in part because she's at least a little sure about what he's doing and, on some level, it's admittedly kind of funny and she wants to see if he'll actually go through with it - so that when she does finally notice that he's crouched down, she's already a few paces ahead of him. She doubles back, standing in front of him.]

Right, but not since we've established that you definitely - [And this is accompanied by her fingers twisting in his shirt and a yank: an attempt to get him to stand back up.] - don't heal on the spot. I really don't want to end up being the one taking you to the hospital for a broken toe or something.

[There are people there she wouldn't want to have to explain that to, for starters, and she's never exactly taken great pleasure in watching other people mutilate themselves. Well, depending on the person. She could probably sit and watch Sylar carve out his own eyeballs and only ever stop him to ask if she could help. That doesn't take away from the fact that she's not going to just stand there and let him kick a rock just to prove a point.

She will at least try and stop him. If that doesn't work, then who knows? Maybe he will miraculously regenerate.]

[Nathan staggers back onto his feet, perhaps a little irritated. It's not like he's dying to get hurt, or anything. It just dents his pride that she gets to show off her power while he's pretty much incapable of it. It only helps a little that he's at least attempted to try and show her he can't.]

All right. Jesus. I wasn't going to kick it that hard.

[Claire rolls her eyes, goodnaturedly, and steps around him.]

You'll survive. [She looks back over her shoulder.] Obviously.

[Nathan huffs, though it's more for show than anything, speeding up until he's keeping pace with her again.]

Yeah, well. I'm sure you could've handled a broken toe. You're not exactly squeamish, now, are you?

[Normally she might be a little concerned that she'd managed to overstep her bounds or had irritated or done something not exactly kosher, but the fact that he's caught up with her and is keeping up with her lets her put that habit aside.]

Not really, no.

[There are still some things that gross her out, and losing appendages is still something she's not a huge fan of, but Claire usually sides more with fascination than disgust. In a way, that had been part of what meeting up with him has been about: determining that from his end.]

Do you like watching other people die just because you can't technically do it yourself? Not being squeamish doesn't mean I like watching other people get hurt. Sometimes I think it makes it worse.

Really? I don't think I feel that much different about watching people die than I did before. I mean, it's not as though I like it, but...

As long as you don't like it, I think you're square.

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