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[JOHN DRUITT]

Lost. Helen said that their love had been lost. But can't lost things be found? Sooner or later, isn't that the whole point of their existence? Isn't that the whole point of the concept itself? He knew he shouldn't allow himself to drown in hope, but somehow that was all the word lost conveyed to him... hope, for lost things are things that have been misplaced, not things that have ceased to exist. He would not let go... how could he? How could he let go of the only thing, the only feeling that had remained true for him for all these years? He just couldn't. He was even afraid of thinking about it... what would let go mean to him? What would then be the point of his live? What would he do, but wander the streets, waiting for death to leave the shadows and cut his veins with as much precision as he cut the throats of those he stole the last words from? He wouldn't ever let go but he felt strong enough to pretend to... just for her sake, just because he knew pain too well and he could recognize its traces in her eyes. And that hurt him. So if he had to play this game for all eternity, if he had to play this role till the end of times, he would do it. As long as he could still love her from afar...

"Yes, I do believe change has come upon us. There's no point in ignoring it..." John said as he crossed his arms behind his back, recovering his natural tall figure. "There's no point in running away from it either." He added. "Worth did not die because of me... because I trusted him." His voice could no longer hold the disappointment he felt. "That is a mistake I will not commit twice." He looked deeply into Helen's eyes. "We will not lose this war, Helen. We will not let him destroy what you have built." He let his arms fall to his sides before reaching out and grabbing one of Helen's hands in his, squeezing it gently. "I have no doubts that you can fight this, and I am offering you my assistance. It might be rough, but we have been through much worse. And besides, if I remember correctly, you always liked a good challenge, yes?" His lips moved awkwardly as a small smile took over his ghostly expression. Been years since he had moved his facial muscles to convey an emotional not directly connected to pain, regret, longing or anger.

Sometimes changing is for the better.

[DR HELEN MAGNUS]

Helen remained standing there, arms crossed tightly over her chest, almost in an uncomfortable manner. She was sick and tired of running circles around him. He is infuriating. Refusing to see the bigger picture, or even realise how his actions were affecting those around him. Helen and John no longer belonged together. Perhaps they used to be, decades ago. But as times change, so does people and Helen was sure as hell not ready to submit to him just yet. If he wanted to go undercover in the Abnormal camp. Then so be it. She was not going to be responsible for getting him our of any mess that he may find himself tangled up in. Whatever happens within, will no longer be her problem to deal with. The fault would lie with John alone, and Helen be damned if she were to thinking of helping him again.

Helen clenched her jaw, somewhat frustrated. She closed her eyes briefly, finally submitting to the mental exhaustion that overcome her very soul. She was a strong woman, not just physically but emotionally. Most of the time she would compose herself, but there were times when she simply could not fight it. She did not want to deal with this. Not now. Not ever. She was tired….So very tired. She’d rather go off to find comfort in her own office, than to keep facing John every time he finally showed up in town.

”John – I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to reason with you. If you want to submit yourself to whatever selfish pleasures you might have, then so be it. I will not try and stop you. Is that clear?” At that last word, Helen had raised her voice. Usually, she would try and take these matters with the upmost respect and sincerity. But as the days went by, she found herself losing patience. She could not bear to deal with this no longer.

Helen took in a deep breath, as she tried to compose herself. She couldn’t help, but finally break. ”You must understand the seriousness of this invasion. The military has already taken action, causing widespread damage, chaos and the loss of countless lives. On both sides. Do what you wish, John. But don’t make this situation worse. Get in. Get your intel. Then get out, before you get yourself killed.”

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