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[theliar]

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[mirabilis]

[ It makes Helena a little happy to hear that at least, that Myka can - and will say that they were friends, even if the word were rather than are is involved. But she broke it, and she doesn't expect anything to simply carry on as it was even if she would like that. Everything that Helena had she knows that she'll have to work to get again, or work to at least get something back ]

Second guess you or what I did?

[ Whilst at first it may be a legitimate question it turns out to be a rhetorical one after Helena begins to answer it herself ]

I did. I began to wish that I'd been more distant, that the friendships were only there on appearance, rather than an actuality. [ Whilst she'd been passing her time at the Warehouse Helena had been glad of the friendships - the real companionship. It wasn't just having it after so long of being alone in her own thoughts but having a real connection to a world - a strange world. When it had come down to it at the end, when she'd had to make her move and choice in Egypt it had made everything so much harder. That was the turning point, the thing that would change everything, and she'd had to ask for forgiveness then because Helena knew that if she doubted it - herself for a moment more that she wouldn't have been able to do it. It tore at her, just as the final moment had and she'd had to seal everything away again, to try and not care; to betray; to finish it

But it wasn't just friendship that she had doubts on then, and that made it so difficult ]

Did I second guess what I was doing? It took a while. Being at the Warehouse my thoughts were there, reminding me of what I was going to do so that I could move everything along, but until the opportunity in Egypt I didn't think too much on it.

[ She didn't have to, not about acting. Until then it was just a thought. Setting everything up for those two travellers in Egypt had been easy, but then inside the Warehouse things had started becoming difficult. The tests to help them pass, and to stay alive... it tested more than what they were designed for. And that one moment, her almost dream of Christina... it solidified it further in her mind, reminded her of the why, of what she had to do but it also brought more pain than she had remembered in so long. Being bronzed Helena had felt more hate - hate masking her sadness and hurt, hate brought from her rage and revenge and that had been what she had become focused on. Until Christina, and though it had made her remember more why she'd originally planned this is had also weakened her a little. The start of her end ]

Thinking is certainly easier than acting, even if your motivation is there.

[thedetails]

[It's not what Myka wanted to hear, but it was what she expected. She can't be sure if it makes her feel better or worse, but it makes her rethink Helena's mindset. How a thought, a wish or a plan was different from actions. How many things had Myka herself wished to do but never acted on, because she knew it was wrong, or perhaps simply did not have the opportunity?

Myka liked to think she was better than that. Better than Helena. But what would she have done herself, trapped in bronze with nothing but her grief and anger to keep her company through the endless years? What would she have felt if instead of her home at the Warehouse, it had been Sam that awaited her in that vision? What if she had never learned to let him go?]

Christina is dead. [The words sounded unusually cruel once she spoke them, but it was a cruel truth.] You're aren't. She would have never wanted you to punish yourself - to punish the rest of the world for what happened to her.