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

"Yes," she responded, after ensuring the last bolt was tight enough. Despite the fact she was slender and didn't seem overly strong, appearances were deceiving. Helena had strength, no doubt partially from her martial arts training. But she'd built more than enough inventions in her time to build up the strength required to secure bolts and other such pieces of equipment.

Helena gave a half smile. "Patience. Somehow patience also seems to be a requirement for those close to us." It was a bit self-deprecating, but Helena felt Anakin would understand the meaning. "She actually calls it deprogramming your Jedi upbringing?" Helena managed to stifle a chuckle on the matter, though a smile may have briefly crossed her face.

Helena paused at Anakin's question, though she did intend to answer it. After all, perhaps relating the answer may help her better internalize it. "She said that someone who willingly gave their life to save another was worthy of forgiveness." She looked up at Anakin. "I don't know if I told you about that, but in my world, I died to save Myka, Pete and Artie. My death is where I am from and Myka is from shortly after it." She brushed some hair behind her ear. "I don't know if I precisely understand how that allows her to see past everything else I've done, but it does. Though I can't help but doubt that one act can redeem everything else. Though I suppose the only thing that matters is that I stand forgiven in Myka's eyes. Perhaps at some point in the future I can learn to forgive myself. But that is still a distant point in time."