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{11th Gunshot; Video}

[It's early evening when she turns on the bracelet to address the network properly since the first time she returned. Again. But this time, it's different. The gem isn't Sigyn's green anymore. Instead, the colour signifies her as being in Hel House now.]

I was wondering...I'm guessing I'm not the only one here that has changed Houses? It'll take a bit of getting used to. Going from healing to shadow control once I came back from being back home again. I know Ellie mentioned Joel can use it too. I've just never been in Hel to remember anyone else off of the top of my head.

[There's a shift of her hand a bit as she manipulates the shadow of her teddy bear into one from a triceratops next to her.]

It's kind of neat though. I'll be able to use it more defensively and offensively than my healing anyway. I need to practice though. Any requests?

[Yeah. Lets just. Focus on the power thing and ignore the implications this particular house has and everything. :lb]

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If it is possible to be leaving this place, why would anyone come back?

[It's oddly grounding, listening to this little girl talk about her new powers. Helena has no idea what she might have been through to warrant them, nor will she ask, but she's unafraid in a way Helena is trying to be.]

How old are you? [Instead of touching on the powers right now.]

Some people might prefer it here. Some might be dead back home. [Like Lee. Like her Doctor. Like Riley. There's a pause before she hears the next question and answers.]

I'm eleven.

[Like me is Helena's first thought, because as far as she knows, the magic of this place healed her.] It is never a fault to want to be alive. [She'll settle on that.]

What is your name?

No. But it shouldn't be that hard to survive either. [She's had to scavenge when she never imagined stealing. Firing a gun, beating walkers with a hammer to the head. Repeatedly. Clementine never thought to begin to consider how much would change.

There's a pause at that question. But she knows even if she doesn't give it, others would easily know and be able to tell her anyway.]

Clementine.

[There's a lot unsaid. It's not hard to pick up on it, and Helena can only wonder what might bring a child to speak like this. Had she been like that, at eleven? Before Tomas seems like a fairy tale, in comparison, though it hadn't been at all either.] Some must learn how to do so earlier than others.

[She recognizes the hesitance, offers her own name up too.] I am Helena. [A beat.] I am also in your new house.

I did when I was ei--nine. [She was eight when it started. Turned nine with her birthday someone shortly after everything went to hell. Nine years old when she ventured out from that jewelery store alone to attempt to get out of the city and find her companions. Luckily at least two were alive and she found them.]

Helena. In Hel house. Easy to remember at least.

[She thinks about offering an apology, but she probably wouldn't have wanted one herself.] I do not remember my age for that moment. [There was always so much of it. Tomas was just the real turning point.]

[Helena makes a huffy sound.] Someone took great amusement in the choice.

It was that long ago, huh?

[Clementine understands. When shit goes down, it's hard to tell time sometimes. Just taking things one day at a time. Keep going. From one goal to the next. It's all you can do, sometimes.]

Hey, at least it's not Loki? His sense of humor is....er, well, you saw that welcome thing, the guide with the bracelets.

It has been a while since I have been a child.

[Physically and mentally. The latter more so.]

What an idiot god. [The word 'god' is infused with disdain. But yeah, she definitely saw it.]

It feels that way for me too.

[Of course, physically Clementine is still a child. Still outwardly appearing so young. But emotionally, psychologically, she seems so much older.]

Yeah, like I said, I don't know that everyone exactly appreciates his sense of humor.

Are you here alone? [She still feels a little protective, but not because she doubts the girl can take care of herself. It's just something instinctual.]

I question the people that might.

No. I'm staying with the Doctor. And I have Lee I knew from home here too. I'm not alone.

[Which that in itself is such a wonderful thing to be able to say. There were points back home where she would agree at the question of her being alone, after all.]

Is there only one doctor in this place?

[But Clementine sounds glad for these people, so that's a good enough sign.]

My sister is here. I am not alone either.

Ah, no. That's just...his name. He's not the only one. The one I've been living with is the Eighth.

Your sister? I've never had any siblings before. That good you have her here too.

So there are at least eight of them. [...still thinking eight literal doctors here though, sorry.]

[Something in her tone softens a little, when thinking and talking about Sarah.] I did not know I had her until very recently. But she is my family now, and I am glad she is here with me.

[Even if they're not exactly... on the best terms atm. Or seemingly ever.]

I'm not sure how many there are now. People keep coming and going all the time it can be hard to keep track. But yes, he's the Eighth Doctor.

I'd bet. None of my family is here. It was just me and my parents, back home. Before the walkers.

[And then she's had two groups, been with Christa in between. She's still not sure if Christa is okay or not, having been separated once they were attacked.]

As long as there are numbers and not only one. [Because the more the better, right??]

[She hesitates for a second, but her curiosity wins out.] What is a walker?

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Plenty of doctors around. Him and in the literal sense.

[She swallows audibly there.] A walker is....like a zombie? They. You know. Bite people and shamble around. Usually in groups. Attracted to noise. They're....what we become when we die. We're all infected, back home. I'm not sure if I still am here or not.

- a zombie. They are existing in your world?

[She sounds a bit horrified by this prospect.] Is that why you have grown so fast, little Clementine?

They do. Have for....a couple of years or so now.

[Her lips purse a little as she looks to the bracelet, even with it only on audio.]

I--yeah. I guess.

[For all Helena's been forced to come to terms with about her own world, at least there hadn't been... zombies. Men with tails are much easier and less demonic to deal with.]

[And she can save her own potential freak outs later. Right now, she stays surprisingly gentle.]

I will not pry. But you are brave for this.

I'm only brave or strong when I have to be. To keep surviving. To keep moving. Just doing what I need to. Asgard might still be kind of dangerous, but it's still better than back home.