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Myka Bering (agent_bering) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka’s hand was out, reaching for Helena’s before Myka could stop herself. She heard the other woman’s sadness in her voice. She knew Helena struggled with losing people she cared about, and Myka understood the reasons for that struggle. Helena was from a time that devalued women so much the woman’s own brother stole credit for her work and got away with it. But Myka also knew Helena would have faced some ridiculous social hardships for even just having Christina. Then to have the girl taken from her, though Christina’s death would have appeared unjust to society as a whole, grief and bereavement were not processes understood by the Victorian era. There were so many injustices wrapped up in Helena’s experiences. Myka couldn't not reach out to her.

Myka squeezed Helena's hand gently, trying to convey she understood and was there for her friend.

Myka then looked from Claudia to Helena and back again, a few times over. She then looked down, taking another bite of the treat she liked so much that gave her comfort when stressed.

“So…” She looked up again, clearly she was trying to put this into terms she understood and felt familiar with. “It’s like someone’s wielding a bunch of Artifacts, we just don’t know who, or what the Artifacts are, or what they do exactly until they hit, nor can we stop them?”


OOC: Lemme know if you need me to change anything about this tag, guys!