There was another reason Myka was at the bar. She didn't want to be tempted to see her future play out for her. After all, what sort of future was there back home? She didn't want to know the cost of saving the Warehouse because undoubtedly it would be high. There was always a cost to such things and for the Warehouse? Everything they kept in it was to keep the world safe. If something was destroyed... something important? Then what? No, there were too many uncertainties and no way to fix them and seeing it played out on television would do no good. So staying away from the temptation was the best idea for all of them involved. And then Claudia would block the channel and there would be no accidents like this. Especially if someone else from home showed up.
Sometimes, listening was all someone needed. Myka never really knew what she needed though. Pete did and thus was there and she went with it. She hadn't really realized she even needed to talk as it were. In fact, she had told Anatoly there was nothing to talk about so what was the point? Apparently there was something to talk about. But not things she could talk to Helena or Claudia about. Because it was too raw for them and they needed to cope and she needed to cope but all she knew was being in business mode. And Pete had respected that. So what if she had stayed in that mind set for four and a half months?
As Anatoly spoke of the Warehouse, Myka felt a tug. She knew they were only supposed to tell one person. But she hadn't told anyone and they were fictional anyway. But she still had no idea how to explain it or if she should. Still she had already opened up enough about it that she might as well say something.
"It's hard to carry something with you when it's not just an idea. It's... complicated. There aren't artifacts here that the world needs to be protected from because of the chaos they could bring. Inconspicuous things. Anything with deep emotional energy. Horror, peace, hatred... It's more of a home than my own home was. It's... When I left it..."
Shaking her head, Myka took a drink. It didn't matter that she had left. Because she couldn't explain it anyway. So she let it go. Besides there was more to focus on. Like training sessions. That was something. She hadn't really taken any of the classes at the complex because she already spoke Latin, could use a gun, could fight.
"Maybe... I already have all the training of a secret service agent and can speak Latin... so it's not like those classes would do any good... but maybe...."
It was something to at least consider. And so she thought about it as silence fell over them for the moment. Until Anatoly mentioned trying to think of what Pete would say or do in the current situation. But that was the entire issue. She didn't know what Pete would do because it was Pete who always knew what she needed and just went with it. It wasn't until after when she'd realize it. So really, how was she supposed to think of what Pete would do when she didn't know what she needed to begin with?
"That would work if Pete didn't just have an annoying...sense... that tells him what needs to be said or done because I don't see it. Like I said. Balance. He sees what I don't."
Really, it wasn't fair. This was like when she'd been working at her family bookstore, alone, only she didn't even have books to distract her. Not for long enough. Not that they ever truly worked back home either as she would always try to see if she couldn't find a ping just for curiosity's sake, not that she'd investigate, of course. Until Pete had shown up and acted like he didn't need her and reminded her just how much she needed the Warehouse. Him. Artie and Claudia... and he had been hurt, she knew it, but still he had come for her to show her what she needed.