Catholic Guilt. If Helena knows something is about that guilt, the feeling. The feeling of God not forgiving you no matter how much you beg and cry for mercy and forgiveness but feeling that your begs are not heard or ignored. She knows how is it to carry the weight in your chest, full of guilt, she knows damn well.

Helena walked inside the church as she carried the blood of her enemies in her hands, blood that she knew that that blood was only God's decision to be taken or not. She kneeled down in front of the cross, she could feel the stare of God in her back as she started to pray and begged for forgiveness until she heard some sobbings, she looked up with some tears on her eyes. "Hello?" She asked as she blinked off the tears, she felt the heavy bumb in her chest. She walked towards the prayer chairs and noticed a young teen, they had a LGBTQ+ pin on their jacket. Helena watched the teen not noticing her presence as they kept murmuring their prayers, crying out their begs and with tears in their eyes. She frowned sadly as she looked at them, she knows how the Catholic Guilt can make you feel, and seeing that in a teen made in more difficult.