Helena certainly didn't get why they had that weird thing against women in this world. But it was definitely there. That much she knew more than anything else. However it seemed like she was the patron saint of abused women and children. She stood up for them when no one else would. Because no one should be abused the way that she had been abused. She didn't care much for most men, because they all tended to want something from them. It was men that had made them. And men that had screwed them all up.
She kept glancing over at him as they swung but she couldn't exactly meet his eyes. Not when she was moving so fast. It would have made her dizzy. "I do not wish to be married. Not to that man. Yes, it should be mutual. But he is only interested in making my genes spread. Because I am a clone." She hadn't actually said that out loud before. She knew that he knew, but she still looked over at him expectantly. Like he might think she was awful now that she knew.
It was a shame that he had no desire, because he wasn't bad looking. For an angel, she supposed. But it was probably understandable that he didn't think of those sorts of things. Even if everyone deserved to be happy, she understood that not everyone's version of happiness was the same as anyone else's.
The two times that she had danced, it wasn't anything like fighting. But then when she fought it was very much like a feral dog jumping on a victim and then hurting them that way. When she danced with her boyfriend, it hadn't felt like that. It had been nice. When she was holding people, she was usually choking them. Or stabbing.
Thinking and being quiet was the reason she liked them too. And it gave her an adrenaline rush while going high. What wasn't there to like about it? "Thrown across dimension? That does not sound like fun." Though maybe if it felt like this, she wouldn't have minded so much. Something told her that it wasn't like swinging though.
"Children like to swing. I like it too." She pumped her feet a bit harder.