[concerning The Haitan's power] When asked to describe his ability, he drew a picture of himself grabbing memories, like little grubworms, out of people's heads. I wanted to put it on the front of my fridge.
Haitian: Is your father becoming suspicious. Claire: No. And it’s kind of a problem. Every word out of my mouth is a lie. I have to laugh and smile and look him in the eye – my own father. It’s breaking my heart. Haitian: Would you prefer I took your memory? Claire: I need to know that one thing in my life is real.
