The question Myka posed to him was one he didn't know how to answer. Well actually, he could. Sort of. After all, he'd killed Molokov in that alternate reality for what he'd done to Svetlana. Then several months later he'd faced Molokov in this world. The Seal was certainly a fickle thing and one that seemed to enjoy irony in all of its various colors. But pushing all of that aside, there was a better answer. The only question was if Myka would be receptive to it. From everything he'd seen so far, she was logical and relied on that part of her to get her through things. But sometimes logic fell short and that was when one had to deal with the emotions even if they didn't want to. But the truth of the matter was that sooner or later, the emotional side would have to be dealt with. It was impossible to stuff one's emotions away and ignore them forever. Yes one could go years without embracing them as Anatoly had, but even then they still caught up with him.
As such, he also knew how dangerous emotions could be when felt too strongly. If it was Svetlana sitting next to him, he'd know exactly what to do to calm her down and help her deal with what she was feeling. But Myka? That was something completely new to him, so he was being very careful in how he approached this topic, in how she talked about it. Sooner or later it would probably be necessary for him to deflect conversation because the one thing he did know about Myka was that she obviously had a difficult time handling strong emotions. So he would keep a close eye on that.
"It is difficult to not think of what awaits at home, and I cannot directly say what to do when seeing it happen again here. What I can say is that this world is a new chance. It is dangerous, but every moment here is another moment that you have with her. Death is not easy to deal with, it took me years to get past my sister's death, in having had to watch her waste away and I could do nothing to ease her pain, to save her. That was why I became a doctor, so I could help people, heal them where I couldn't heal my sister." He wasn't one to be candid on the topic of his sister, but he did trust Myka, and he hoped it would help in some way. "This world is a fickle one because we never know how long we will be here, but is it any different in our worlds?"
There was no cure-all for this situation. It was mostly just letting Myka say what she needed to and offering advice and helpful words where he could. But Anatoly would be whatever he needed to be to help Myka regain some semblance of control. He wasn't blinded into thinking he could help her get complete control, not tonight. But if he could help give her back some of that control, that would be something at least. Though he would also have to take into account what effect the alcohol would take on her.
"You are a friend, Myka. I do not leave a friend alone if I can help it." He gave her a gentle smile, even if she didn't look up, the tone of his voice carried it. And there was also the unspoken aspect that he had it on good authority both Svetlana and Helena would kill him if he wasn't here right now.