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,

Helena was rather a walking conundrum. She had a very strong belief in her intelligence and capability to make the impossible possible, but she had a very weak belief that she was a good person at heart. Of course, spending over a century being insane and psychotic and all the lives she'd taken had a way of keeping her from seeing the good in her. At least easily. With Myka being around, she did find herself seeing the good in her a bit better. It was a very long process, but Helena did know Myka had a positive effect on her, and that was what she needed. Finding a way to channel the guilt she felt and not let it completely overshadow the good parts of her.

"I cannot think of anyone better to help me than you in this," she said, looking to Myka. Of course, she had her other friends here as well. While Anakin may understand the burden she carried from first-hand experience, Myka had always been a prominent figure in her life ever since MacPherson had unbronzed her. She needed Myka's light in her life.

"I certainly hope that was it, but I for one would not grow complacent just yet." While Helena was certain she'd said everything she needed to regarding the topic to both Myka and Vincent, who was to say that would actually end the haunting? All they could do was wait and see if he came back later that day or not. She brushed a hand through her hair and let her shoulders relax ever so slightly, though her spine was still straight as a rod.