All her life, there's been someone holding her hand, hovering behind her, waiting to step in and pull her back. Her parents have been doing it since she was small. She supposes it's their lot in life – they'll never stop worrying about their precious little girl. She thought she could trust him, go to him for anything. But after seeing what Noah Bennett was capable of, the way he treated people like her, she realised he stood for everything she was against. Her mother just didn't understand, trying to protect her from dangers that she wouldn't stand a chance against.

Angela Petrelli was the same, trying to force her on a journey to Paris, and get her far far away from the problems that trouble grown ups…her own personal Neverland. It never occurred to her to ask what her granddaughter wanted, accustomed as she was to everyone following her orders.

Nathan…he'd never really cared about her, only worrying about his precious reputation, what his wife would think, whether she could be hidden. She'd known from the beginning that he couldn't be counted on.

Once upon a time, she'd thought Peter would be the one. He was her hero, and she thought she could count on him. It wasn't until later that she realised he was the same as the rest, always watching, protecting, trying to stop her from getting hurt.

It was funny, how everyone worried about the safety of the indestructible girl.

But he… he'd been different. He hadn't been patronising, hadn't treated her like the child she'd been all those years ago. He told her exactly what she needed to hear, that she was different, special. He made her realise the truth, about herself and her ability.
It was a strange quirk of fate, she mused, how the man she'd been running from all this time was the one she needed, the one she trusted most, the one her life depended on. Her angel, Gabriel.

But then, the universe had always had an odd sense of humour.