Nodding a bit, Helena brushed a hand through her hair. "I have tried to help where I could since being here. Though I haven't done any of that since Moriarty tried to kill me and Myka, but the aftermath of that combined with the anniversary of Christina's death, it is understandable why I've mostly kept to myself and those I know the best." Though Helena had started trying to be social again and meet new people. Perhaps she should also put forth the idea of building anti-gravity traps for the complex again now that she wasn't in the process of fearing for her life. At the very least, it would be something else she could work on and put her mind to. It would be something to filter her emotions into.
Talking about her death was not easy by any means, but Helena needed to get some of it out to someone that had been there. "It's strange because I didn't want to die, but I wouldn't let all of us die when there was something I could do to save someone. Because as long as even one Warehouse agent exists, the Warehouse will always exist. In that respect, Sykes would always lose in the end. He could never completely destroy the Warehouse as long as someone survived. And I made sure the three of you lived." She smiled a bit sadly, but she did not regret her actions. "You have no idea how frightened I was to know that I only had seconds left to live, to hear that bomb ticking away my final moments. But I was glad that in my death, I ensured the three of you lived."
Smiling gently and nodding a bit, Helena looked at Pete. "People have kept telling me that this is another chance for me to live, to have the life I was denied in our world. It took me so long to see that, but I do see that now. I have a chance to live how I've always wanted to live. But after the events I have been through both in our world and in this one, I fully realize that what I have right here, in the present moment, is all I have and I will not squander time any longer." Helena returned the hug, gently patting Pete's back. "While I may have wanted to take the easy way out once, I don't any longer. I have seen where that gets me, and that is not a place I wish to ever be again."
She took a drink of her tea, listening to Pete. "Well, that is true. I will think on that. As long as the works I may potentially publish here do not garner too much attention, things should be all right. After all, it is not as though we actually exist here. Any identification and so forth would be fabrications, and it might not be a good thing to attract too much attention."