Claire already talked to herself, her cat, and her plants. She was halfway crazy already and now she had guilt, traumatic experiences, and worrying about when someone would manage to breach her defenses on top of that.
What was the point of fighting it anymore? There wasn't anybody left who loved her in this world. The only one depending on her at all was Daisy.
She really needed to come up with arrangements for her cat if someone did manage to kill her. A three-legged one-eyed cat would never survive on the streets. Maybe Ray's kids would be able to look past her differences and love her on Claire's behalf.
That was it. The one thing she technically had to take care of before leaving this world. All of her goals, dreams, and aspirations were completely worthless at this point.
