Re: Marvel quicklog: Marta/Helena
[Helena didn't know what it had taken to get Marta up that morning, but if she had, she'd have the first clue as tto what was going on with the other woman. Depression she knew, maybe a little too well if she was asked, especially now. She still had only the one script, but they'd bumped her therapy sessions up to three times a week when she'd said that she wanted to blow her brains out after she'd found out Solas and Evelyn were gone and hadn't spoken to Gwen yet. She wasn't suicidal again, but it had been a bad fucking day and to say she hadn't thought about it would be a lie, but i had only been a thought, not a desire, and she didn't like guns anyway.
The clone. Gwen. Not Gwen. Both Gwen and not. She rubbed her hand against her temple 'cause there was no simple answer there.
There might not be a simple answer here either.
She still smiled when Marta answered the door looking like the picture of relaxation.] Hey, you ready?