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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka wasn't the only one who looked like hell. Helena hadn't slept much, if at all, since her arrival in this place. Every time she did, she only relived those last moments in the Warehouse, her act of giving her life to ensure the others lived. For the first time in her life since Christina had been alive, Helena wasn't thinking selfishly then. She'd had an idea on how to save them, and she acted on it, all the while knowing she would die. But it was what had to be done, so she did it. Helena didn't regret her choice, not for one moment. After all, she knew she'd given her life up for the greater good, and to protect that which she cared about the most. Or rather that should be whom she cared about the most. But despite the selflessness she'd demonstrated, the nobility with which she'd faced certain death, Helena didn't exactly feel as though she'd redeemed herself from the lifetime of evil she had done.

While she had done many unsavory things and regretted all of them, save for killing her daughter's murderers, for which she would never repent or regret, she didn't regret anything nearly as much as her betraying Myka. The Victorian woman had been so lost within the depths of her own hatred and anger that she had been blind to everything else, and it had taken Myka putting that gun in her hand, pointing to her head and telling Helena to shoot her then and there to make her see just how far she had fallen. She had done what she could to help when she'd been nothing more than a hologram, but even then she wasn't in control of herself. In between the uses, it had been nothing but darkness and silence, much as if she was dead or simply didn't exist. Then Sykes had put her back into her body only to control it as he willed. Really, Helena hadn't actually been in complete control of her body until her and Myka had to reopen the chess lock.

With so many things running through her head, Helena hadn't left her room save once when she met Claudia for tea. But aside from that, she didn't have the strength to leave her room. She was still afraid that her body wasn't hers to control, and she was still in a state of physical shock. After all, going through as many drastic changes in regards to her own body in such a short period of time warranted the shock. So she was sitting on her couch, busily scribbling away on some paper she'd managed to find when she heard a knock at the door. Quickly finishing the sentence, she set the paper and pen aside and headed over to the door, thinking it was Claudia or Pete. But when she opened the door, she was more than shocked to find Myka there. As such, Helena could only stare at her as so many emotions welled up within her at once. It also didn't take a rocket scientist to notice Myka was in the same state she was.

"Myka," she said simply after some moments of silence. Then she cleared her throat a bit. "Would you like to come in?" She stepped aside, allowing Myka to enter if she wanted to.