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Helena Wells has "disappeared" with the Astrolabe (ismellapples) wrote in wariscoming,

In her extremely prolonged life, Helena had left many people behind her either dead or hurt, but there was none she regretted more than what she'd put Myka through. It still hurt to know that she'd let herself fall so far from who she'd once been that she'd been more than willing to destroy the whole of humanity just to put an end to her own pain. Christina's death had set into motion a deep spiral, and Helena would be lying if she didn't acknowledge that part of herself died on the fourteenth of July in 1891. She would never be the same, but oh she was trying. It had been Myka that made her realize just how bad she'd gotten. That moment when she'd looked into Myka's eyes, holding the gun to her head, she saw everything she'd become, how twisted her pain had made her. And she couldn't kill Myka. There was a phrase that one hurt the ones they love, and that seemed to be true here. But Helena was trying to make things right, that's what she'd done in helping them when she'd been nothing more than a hologram. Helena had readily been willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good, having learned from her mistake with the Trident.

Helena was still gasping for air in this place, but oh she was trying. She was trying to keep herself afloat, knowing that if she let this place disorient her enough, she would be consumed by pain once again and she would drown, taking the world along with her. There were no artifacts in this place, but no doubt if she lost her mind, she'd find some way to unleash the fury of her heart and soul upon the world. And she refused to get to that point again. With Myka here, she had far more than a fighting chance to keep that from happening. Myka had a calming effect on her even when they weren't speaking to each other. It was comforting enough to just be around Myka. Even in the few moments she'd been standing in Myka's presence, she all ready felt calmer, as though she were returning home.

"Yes, we do. Though I am grateful we managed to break the trend this time. Now we're simply meeting over coffee." Helena's own smirk widened, a little glimmer appearing in her eyes as she took the offered mug and took a sip of it.

Watching as Myka held the Farnsworth, she could tell it helped as she figured it would. It was something they were used to from their world. Something they could use to link themselves to the Warehouse when it wasn't here. The Farnsworth and Tesla Helena had made for herself had the same effect. And while she was in the process of building Farnsworths for everyone in the event of an emergency, she was mostly building them because it was familiar, and she could easier focus on a Farnsworth than on any of the other hundreds of ideas running through her head.

"You're welcome. I would assume you still have your Tesla?" While she was fairly certain Myka did have her Tesla, there was a slightly hopeful note to her question. Building a Tesla fell under the same category as building the Farnsworth. Yes, Helena was currently grasping at anything she could use to stabilize herself. While she was disoriented once again at having to adjust to a world that was not hers, the larger part of her problem was just being alive to begin with. Every moment she spent in this world was another reminder that she had been denied an afterlife, denied peace, but she couldn't really hold that against anyone when it gave her this chance to see Myka again.