Once the connection was made, Helena felt her breath catch as she suddenly saw from Bruce's perspective. She saw his view of himself, the things he held inside. She saw it all, and while she had seen hints of the self-hatred and despair in past conversations, she now saw the depths of it. But what truly got her was the way he viewed her. She still didn't see how she was strong. Just because she was alive didn't mean she knew how to live. But maybe there was something within his view of her that she could eventually come to see.
As Helena could see from Bruce's perspective, he could see from hers. The guilt that was crushing her, the guilt of having used Myka, Pete, Claudia, even the Warehouse, just to destroy the world and put an end to the fury within her heart. The incredible pain that was far too potent for her to truly feel from having lost her daughter so long ago. The shattered heart and broken soul that was so tired of existing. The lurking darkness within her, the cold-hearted murderer that she could become at any given moment if the circumstances were right. All of the lost hope and beliefs she had once clung to. She was so very lost within herself and she truly feared drowning within herself all over again. There was also the constant fight with herself to keep herself from closing off. She couldn't afford that. But more than anything else, there was a potent love in her heart, perhaps the only thing that was keeping her heart alive and warm.
But despite the pain, the fury, the love, there were little sparks of hope. Hope for a better future. Hope that she could some day redeem herself in her own eyes despite the fact she'd all ready been redeemed. She'd sacrificed herself selflessly to protect Myka, Pete and Artie, two of which hated her and one who was starting to trust her again. But even with the sparks, Helena was having trouble clinging to them because she didn't know how to do so.
When he pulled his hand away from hers, she lowered hers to her side. As she looked at him, there was an understanding within her mahogany eyes, but there were also unshed tears within them that had welled up from the experience. Perhaps some day, she could see herself as he saw her. But currently, she was so beaten down by life she was having trouble to even see which way she could go.