"It is an altogether exhilarating experience that is difficult to reprise. Unless one were to have a time machine, of course." The glint in Helena's dark eyes said that she'd thought of recreating her time machine here. She did wonder if she rebuilt it if she could make it work for longer than 22 hours and 19 minutes. But it was hard to say. "I wish I could show you my world, let you meet Caturanga, my teacher at Warehouse 12. Oh you would have loved him. He was a lot like you, actually. Always thinking and changing the rules."
"I believe you are correct in that assessment. We tend to underestimate ourselves in the areas we believe we're weakest in. But it is in dire times that we truly come to know who we are deep inside." Which made Helena wonder what she really was at heart. She'd both murdered and sacrificed herself in dire times, so what did that ultimately make her? She glanced down at her hand that rested in her lap, knowing it would never be clean of the blood on it.
"For all the things I dreamed of in the 19th Century, I don't think I could even begin to predict what would happen next in our world." She wasn't exactly sure she even wanted to know considering she'd be dead unless they found a way to rewrite time. "I know it wasn't easy to hear, nor was it easy to tell, but I wanted you to know before something slipped later on. I wanted you to hear it from me, now, before anything else happened." Helena looked at Claudia, knowing the younger woman was taking it really hard, but she knew Claudia was strong and she'd be able to channel her feelings appropriately.