[ Helena would offer him assistance at any other point in time where her own thoughts aren't so totally occupied with whether or not she should be scared of him. To be fair, it is pretty hard to be scared of him while he is being bested by a water bottle. That's a single silver lining in this whole mess. ]

Alright, so... you've told me a rundown of your life story, so I suppose it's only fair I do the same. Or rather, I think you'd want to know this before you trust me further.

[ She manages to say it fairly dryly, the irony of the situation is chilling enough for that. ]

If the disaster had happened in my lifetime, there's a chance I'd have landed on the moon. My family's rich. I haven't had to worry about anything in my life. I was a fashion blogger, I was popular, people hailed me like an actual saint, a saint of clothes. Everything I wore was custom made for me and I was proud of it.

[ She pauses, giving this a moment's time to sink in. ]

It took demonic possession to make me snap out of that and allow me to see the world for what it truly is. It hasn't even been half a year since I started being able to see through the masks and lies that the world of money and goods has presented me with.

You know I hate the same things you do. None of that was a lie. But until very recently, I was the exact kind of person Free The Soul wants to clean the world from for good.

[ She watches for his reaction tensely, not daring to take her eyes off his face for even a second. She may have presented her story fairly confidently, but in truth she has no idea what his reaction will be.

In the end, there's not even a real question in her statements.

It's just something she needs to know, something unspoken in the air: What do you think of me now? ]