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

Change was difficult for Helena to come to terms with, though she was also used to it, which was quite the oxymoron. Then again, Helena wasn't exactly conventional in many ways. She may have the ability to adapt in any given situation, but that didn't mean it wasn't difficult to deal with. Helena really hoped that this time she could actually get accustomed to one way of life without having the Regents interfere or her dying. Speaking of the Regents, Helena suddenly realized the Regents weren't here, which meant she had a freedom from them that she hadn't known since Christina's death. She took a breath and let herself relax a bit, her shoulders losing some tension they had been holding at that thought.

Helena firmly maintained that being put on the Janus Coin was a fate worse than being Bronzed. She'd never said as much because she knew it was her own fault that she'd ended up like that, but it truly was. Helena hadn't thought there was anything worse than being Bronzed, but there it was. Between the times that the Janus Coin had been activated, it truly felt like she'd been dead. There was just nothing. It was much like being asleep only without dreams. Just an unending nothingness. Though at Myka's response, Helena couldn't help but to smirk, a glint dancing across her dark eyes. "I most certainly will do that."

Once she saw the blush on Myka's cheeks, Helena chuckled, giving Myka's hand in hers a little squeeze. When Myka pulled her hand away, Helena briefly felt a pang of sadness at the loss of contact, but it passed quickly. Myka was still there beside her, and she could live with that. Brushing a hand through her raven hair, her mind briefly became caught up in thoughts of what being in this place really meant. There were no Regents, no Warehouse, so what would she do with herself? She'd never even thought she'd have a life without the Warehouse, and it had been a part of her for so long, she didn't exactly know how to be a normal person. Inwardly, she was wishing she had some materials so that she could work on building some things, such as her Grappler. She missed having her tools at her disposal, but perhaps in time she could find materials and fashion some things into existence in this place. If she could have her Grappler, and perhaps a Tesla, she'd feel better about the matter.

Though Myka's whisper caught her attention and she turned her gaze to her hands and saw her locket there. All at once, emotions hit her hard, eyes welling with unshed tears. She had thought the locket was lost to her. Of course, she'd known Myka would've found it, but she hadn't had a chance to ask the other agent about it. Things had been too hectic after the chess lock, and then she'd died in that explosion. But the fact the locket was here, that she had that piece of Christina she could hold onto, perhaps it would help. Even though she wanted to to reach out and take it from Myka, she waited until it was offered. The way Myka's thumb ran across it and the way she spoke to it showed that it meant something to Myka as well, and she wouldn't cut that moment short for the other woman. If there was one person in all of time that she didn't mind sharing her daughter with, it was Myka.