[ verbalize ] ❝ if i share this with you, never speak a word. they would never understand. ❞
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Helen rolled her eyes slightly and shook her head. Only he would have found an oxymoron something to be fond of. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. She stepped out into the concrete hall and started to walk. The walls went up quite a ways, still holding that old Victorian feel but lined with brass bearings to keep it upright.
"I had to be sure I could trust you." Helen explained, looking over at him. "Very few have actually seen what makes this place the Sanctuary. Just because you were a part of UNIT and know of Torchwood doesn't get you a free pass."
Trusting him enough to show him her work, but not enough to tell him her past. That most likely spoke volumes. Even though it really wasn't a matter of trust. Helen had more than a handful of emotional walls built up over her continually long life, but even more after the fate of her daughter.
She stopped at the end of the hall and gestured ahead. The screens unfolded from the ceiling, there were tables and computers set up in the center of the room. Above was a glass dome that the light pored in from. Red lights were above the glass panels that formed a circle around the room.
"Welcome to the Sanctuary."
Helen rolled her eyes slightly and shook her head. Only he would have found an oxymoron something to be fond of. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. She stepped out into the concrete hall and started to walk. The walls went up quite a ways, still holding that old Victorian feel but lined with brass bearings to keep it upright.
"I had to be sure I could trust you." Helen explained, looking over at him. "Very few have actually seen what makes this place the Sanctuary. Just because you were a part of UNIT and know of Torchwood doesn't get you a free pass."
Trusting him enough to show him her work, but not enough to tell him her past. That most likely spoke volumes. Even though it really wasn't a matter of trust. Helen had more than a handful of emotional walls built up over her continually long life, but even more after the fate of her daughter.
She stopped at the end of the hall and gestured ahead. The screens unfolded from the ceiling, there were tables and computers set up in the center of the room. Above was a glass dome that the light pored in from. Red lights were above the glass panels that formed a circle around the room.
"Welcome to the Sanctuary."