Helena fell back onto the bed, drinking the last of her beer can And swallowing the handful of pills she had.
As she drifted off to sleep and into her dreams, she heard a voice calling her.
"Mija, is that you?"
It was her deceased grandmother.

"Grandma?" she asked. "I thought you were dead."
"I've been dead mija, for 17 years."
"And didn't you only speak Spanish? How come I can understand you and we can speak English?"
"Didn't you only know English? How else am I going to communicate with you?"
"Am I dead, Grandma."
"No, but you will be if you don't get your life together and soon."
"But I like being out here with the killjoys-"
"I was talking about you and that Ghoul fellow you have down there on earth."
"Ghoul? But Grandma, he only wants me for sex. Can't you tell? They need to have children if they're ever going to won against BL/ind. And I'm the only female out there besides Grace who can actually do that, and it's creepy as fuck for them to do it with Grace."
"Yes, that is true, mija, but that's not why Ghoul wanted you with them."
"Then what was it then?"
"He had this crush on you, mija. And he knew that Poison fellow wouldn't let another girl into the group, so he lied to him and used the 'making babies' and 'giving Grace the talk' excuses to get him to allow you in."
"He really did that, Grandma?"
"Of course. I know you've had a hard time with love, but just give the boy a chance. He really loves you, mija."
"Well, I guess I could."

"Now go back and make things up with him. And kill Korse when you get the chance."
"I will, Grandma. I will."

Notes

I probably should have mentioned that Helena/Benzene is half-white, half-Mexican. (And yes, I actually mean Mexican, as in from Mexico.) And "mija" just means "my [female] child."