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

Even though Myka offered the Twizzlers, Helena politely declined. She didn't detest Twizzlers, she just wasn't in the mood for sugar. No, she was wanting something quite a bit stronger than sugar currently. Crossing her arms, Helena allowed Claudia to explain more of the basics of how this place worked. She remained silent, her mind only half-present in the conversation. She was distracted by thoughts of things she should not vocalize to Myka, as well as just how much to tell her. There were some rather obvious topics that should be reserved for later on, once Myka had settled in. But aside from those, the smaller, less earth-shattering topics were the ones she needed to decide when to share them.

Coming back fully into the conversation as Claudia gave the overview of what had happened with the Reavers, Helena's face drew a bit tighter as she clenched her jaw out of reflex of the memories that passed through her mind. That had been a horrible time, and getting over having borne witness to Clint and James' deaths still weighed on Helena. She could argue they weighed on her almost as heavily as Christina's death. Shaking her head slightly, Helena looked over at Myka, just barely able to keep a grip on the tears that had glistened her dark eyes.

"Many people were killed, the city was all but unrecognizable. But one morning we all woke to find not a single trace of the creatures remained, the city and everyone within it were as they had been before the attack. Those who had died all came back to life." There was an added weight to the last sentence. She glanced at Claudia, knowing she knew exactly what had happened and why Helena was fighting with herself to keep from crying all over again. Though there was more than one reason she wanted to cry right now, and it was taking everything within her to keep herself together. "There have been other, far less dire occurrences since I arrived. People can be turned into mythological creatures, they were turned into their Halloween costumes, future versions of those here were brought here. That is not an experience I wish to repeat." Her ickle having been there and pregnant by the younger Anakin was an entirely awkward and highly terrifying situation Helena really never wanted to be part of again.

Helena fell silent again, letting Myka process that information. And she focused on taking slow, deep breaths to try and keep herself calm. She couldn't lose it, not there and not now.