"You're a cute little one, aren't you?" Poison asked Helena.
"You sound a lot like Korse." was her response.

Night had fallen on the desert yet again, and the two of them were the only ones still awake. Getting Poison to allow her into the Killjoys wouldn't be easy, especially not at this rate.
"Being a Killjoy isn't just going against BL/ind, " he continued. "It takes real strength; gotta be able to fight the Dracs. Takes skill; gotta know how to use a ray gun properly. But most of all, being a Killjoy means having art in you, and releasing it. See kid, art is the weapon. Everyone has art in them from birth, but once we get old, we lose it; its tossed aside, forgotten. BL/ind? They hate art; they want to destroy it. But Killjoys, we have art, and we're not afraid to use it; not afraid to express it."
"Ok then, I know I know I have art. I'm positive I have skill and strength-"
"But you don't know everything about fighting a Drac. Takes a lot of time and patience-"
"So? I think I can handle all that shit before I die by the end of next year."
"You're also a woman. Doesn't that mean you get those things once a month?"
"Most girls, maybe, but I'm not most girls."
"You are not going to give up aren't you."
She smiled at him evilly.
"I've just about said everything I could to get you out of this shit, and you're still willing to be a man about about it."
"Quit being sexist, Poison."
"I can see you've already picked up on my sass, haven't you."
"Listen, I know something you don't. Something I bet you've been dying to know since this whole war began."
"And that is..........?"
"I know what happened to your wife and daughter."

Silence fell on them.
"It ain't pretty," Helena continued, "but it's truth, I hate thinking about it myself let alone having to tell you what it is, but if it's really not all that impor-"
"Tell me. I don't give a fuck how bad it is. just fucking tell me."
"Korse ghosted them. Both of them. Your wife tried to save your daughter, but they got her first, then the little girl. I didn't even know they were yours until Korse said so."
Poison looked away and hid his face against the wall.
"That fucking bastard." he said.
"It pains me to say it just as much as you. All I have left of them is this." She then took the red bandanna out of her shirt and gave it to him.
"I've witness the deaths of thousands of other innocent people like them," Helena continued to Poison. "I've been held captive in a dark storage room as a sex slave to Korse for the past seven years, half of the time being beaten and raped. I was able to break away from BLI alone. And I always did hate that asshole. I think I have what it takes to be a Killjoy. If you just gave me the chance. Not for me, but for them. Your wife. Your little girl."
"You're right. Korse needs to be brought to justice for what he's done." Held the bandanna tightly in his hand. "Get to bed," he told her. "You start training tomorrow."
"Thanks. And , I'm really, truely sorry for what happened."
"It's not like you could do anything about Korse without risking your life."

She went off to bed. Poison looked up at the sky through the window. An angry tear drew from his eye, and he whispered, "You will get your revenge Korse. Even if your the last one I kill."