Helen's eyes widen and she clicks her fingers. "That's it!" she says with a wide grin. "That's what it's called! Titanic!" She stops suddenly, looking confused when she's asked the year. "Year? It's 2867, of course." she frowns slightly. "It is... isn't it?"
She tilts her head to the side, he's never heard of the term, so he must be fairly new. It still hasn't clicked that she might be in another universe right now. "Wanderer. No? Nothing? Erm. Name we give to folks that travel the Rift. They get cool powers and stuff. My grandpa Fletch has this Wanderer feel about him, even though he's an angel too."
Helen laughs, "Bible? Gosh no, like I totally get the bible thing but no - we don't follow God or anything. It's a genetics thing." she shrugs, she doesn't understand it all. She just is who she is. "My Mom's an angel, her parents were angels too. And grandpa Fletch, he's one too. You get all sorts. Mom and Fletch are both archangels."
And then her chattering stops and she falls quiet for a few moments, noting the grimace. "Sounds a bit scary, don't it?" she says gently.
She chews her bottom lip for a few moments, wringing her hands slightly. "Well... to make it sound easy... I... help people die. What'll happen is one day, maybe quite soon, I'm gonna see someone die. I gotta find them... and then I help them die."
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She tilts her head to the side, he's never heard of the term, so he must be fairly new. It still hasn't clicked that she might be in another universe right now. "Wanderer. No? Nothing? Erm. Name we give to folks that travel the Rift. They get cool powers and stuff. My grandpa Fletch has this Wanderer feel about him, even though he's an angel too."
Helen laughs, "Bible? Gosh no, like I totally get the bible thing but no - we don't follow God or anything. It's a genetics thing." she shrugs, she doesn't understand it all. She just is who she is. "My Mom's an angel, her parents were angels too. And grandpa Fletch, he's one too. You get all sorts. Mom and Fletch are both archangels."
And then her chattering stops and she falls quiet for a few moments, noting the grimace. "Sounds a bit scary, don't it?" she says gently.
She chews her bottom lip for a few moments, wringing her hands slightly. "Well... to make it sound easy... I... help people die. What'll happen is one day, maybe quite soon, I'm gonna see someone die. I gotta find them... and then I help them die."