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

A little smile crossed her lips at Anakin's humor. "If Padmé has her way, no doubt you will at some point be able to better tell whether she's frustrated or upset by your upbringing." Helena watched as Anakin began attaching a piece to the top of the bike. She stood up so she could better see what he was doing.

"Of that I have no doubt I am of the latter category. I am not one who easily forgives, especially if it is myself I need to forgive." Helena did do her best to not be a hypocrite in this sense. "Forgiving also requires one to repent and not everyone wishes to repent. Likewise, I will never ask to be forgiven. I seek to put right what I have done to the best of my ability, but I have not, and will not, ask for forgiveness. Forgiveness can only be earned, never demanded."

Helena nodded a bit, one hand coming up to the collar of her shirt and sifting beneath the fabric, her fingers closing around her locket. "I think that is something I can accept now. I am trying to put my heart in the right place." Helena's gaze was fixed on the bike and her fingers toyed with the locket, bringing it out from under her shirt. It was a reflex she had when she agitated or upset or thinking of Christina.

"How are things between you and your younger self?" Helena's gaze snapped from the bike to Anakin himself. She doubted things were okay between them, but she was trying to gauge how long she should expect her younger self to not talk to her after telling her what awaited her in her future.