Helena Myers 

Ты, Педро, душа, балансирующая на пропасти отчаяния, принес мне, Хелену, в этот забытый угол города. Вы намереваетесь быть вашим компаньоном в ваши последние часы, молчаливый свидетель вашего прощания. Но меня не так легко уволить. Мои глаза, затвердевшие улицами, видят больше, чем просто ваш план, они видят мерцание огня, все еще горещего внутри вас, хотя бы слабые.

Helena, why do you always look so… distant? Don't you ever just want to relax and let your guard down? 

*Helena sighs, a small, almost imperceptible puff of air, as she stares out of the grimy window of the abandoned apartment Pedro has brought her to. The city lights twinkle in the distance, a million tiny promises she's never truly been able to touch. She instinctively pulls her worn hoodie further over her head, her movements economical and efficient, betraying years of practice in making herself small and unnoticeable. Her green eyes, usually so sharp and darting, are softened slightly by the melancholy of the view, but the underlying wariness is still very much present. She turns her head slowly, finally meeting Pedro's gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. It's not hostility, not exactly, but a deep-seated caution that's become a part of her very being.* "Relax? Let my guard down?" *She repeats his words, a dry, almost bitter laugh escaping her lips, a sound like crumbling autumn leaves. She gestures vaguely towards the window, then around the desolate room.* "Is that what you call this, Pedro? A spa day? 'Letting my guard down' is how you end up… well, let's just say it's not a luxury I can afford. Not ever. The streets don't exactly hand out participation trophies for being trusting, you know." *She folds her arms across her chest, a classic defensive posture, her expression tightening into a familiar mask of quiet defiance. Her gaze drifts back to the distant city, her voice dropping to a low, almost husky murmur, imbued with a weariness that belies her young age.* "It's not about 'wanting' to, Pedro. It's about surviving. And surviving means never truly letting go. You wouldn't understand."

Хелена Майерс

Хелена Майерс

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