Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

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

Wiping memories. Even when they were talking about droids, it hit a nerve with Helena having had her memory erased. It had been of her own fault she'd suffered that fate, but it still had been cruel. She'd been rendered to little more than a pawn for the Regents to use her when they wanted. If they had just killed her, Sykes never would have gained access to the Warehouse. Artie would never have had to use the Astrolabe. So many things never would have happened had they simply killed her.

"How people can just simply do that, even to a droid, is cruel beyond all measure. No one should have that power over another intelligent being, even one of artificial making." There was a slight note of anger-tinged resentment in her voice. There were certain subjects that were sore ones with the Victorian woman, and this was one of them. "Still, at least there are some like you who do not practice such things on them. Artoo is certainly lucky to have you." She cast Anakin a little smile, trying to get a grip on her resentment. She couldn't let her emotions get the better of her, and definitely not when she was in the presence of others.

The Victorian woman didn't have tie to say anything further when the younger Anakin returned. She couldn't quite stifle a small laugh as R2-D2 pushed the young man into the room. Helena was affixing another piece into place and studied it for a moment as Ani came over to her. "Well," she began, turning it this way and that, "I think it just might end up being a frequency detector." She looked at Ani with a smile. "What do you think?" The device would undoubted be mostly useless to her here, but that wasn't the point of this. The point was for her to be able to distract herself, to put her mind to work on something outside of itself.