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"And neither will you. That's my promise for you in return."

The sheer, overwhelming relief of you are not going back takes precedence in her mind, a weight she didn't know she was carrying lifted and lost in the endless ocean. There's a lot she'll have to sift through, digest feelings on. Facts that will alter much of what she's encountered. But at the least, at the very least, there is no going back, and there is no guilt in that relief.

One Helena will be there, going through trials, fighting for the exit with the others she still cherishes in her heart. And one Helena will be here, and know a different world, a different freedom. Maybe somehow, the joys she find here will flow through that connection, letting the other know that she needn't give up.

The here-Helena knows as well, those she wants to keep close in the now, she'll be there for them without a second thought. To celebrate their happiness, to protect them when they need it as well, for no one is invulnerable. Not even SecUnit, for all its physical power, for it has a heart in need of shielding.

Even if she can't make eye contact, it still ducks its head before speaking again, the words quiet and slow, as it processes some of it's thoughts aloud.

"I am glad you're here. Here sucks. The worlds we came from sucked. But being here is bettered by your presence. You, specifically. I am better because you are in my life. Happier. More...better."

It's orbiting around big thoughts that are inevitable, like a marble spinning in a funnel. The viewer can see the center and make a game of seeing how long the marble avoids it.

It's high praise to be doling out, when she knows SecUnit to be someone who wouldn't go and flatter her for the sake of it. The words sit oddly in her chest, warm things that don't quite know where to fit just yet, how to slot correctly between her bones. If she's to be wholly honest, the words resonate as some of her own thoughts - being here is bettered by your presence, though Helena doesn't know if she'd have said it so directly, or how to say that without seeming entirely unoriginal.

For once, its aversion to being looked at might be in her favor, that if she's close and it isn't facing her, the trace of heat that rises to her face might not be discerned - SecUnit's too good with the details of things. Instead, she'll squeeze its hand gently, and hope that communicates something of the muddled mix in her head.

"...could have said much the same to you, you know. I'm very, very glad I met you."

It squeezes back, and doesn't say anything further aloud. Not for the moment, because it doesn't have the words, the ideas are too big.

(But it feels the thing fluttering in its chest, and knows it matters, even if...)

It doesn't have to say anything at all - this closeness is enough. At this moment, she doesn't want to analyze and unpack her feelings, doesn't want to do anything other than feel them even if she doesn't want to name them. To put words to it would tangle them up to the point of self-consciousness.

There's a lot of information to take in, a lot of things to recontextualize their place here, but she doesn't have to do all that right now. That can be for later, for when it's time to worry and stress and think about the future horrors.

Right now, they can be here, two souls used to difficult worlds, taking strength from the other being nearby.

I am better because you are in my life.

Words to keep someone warm in the midst of winter.

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