Now the thing about Helena's sacrifice wasn't so much an issue now. She'd accepted her death, and had moved past that. At least as far as knowing it still had meaning even though she was very much alive and here. Where she had issue was questioning whether that one act had redeemed herself from the evil she had done. Helena still personally didn't feel like she'd redeemed herself. She had far more things left she had to make up for, but she knew she was on the road to redemption. Though even with that, her soul would never be free of the blood she'd stained it with, but that was rather a different issue.
Picking up the tea, she sipped it. The scent of apples just running straight through her, reminding her of those last moments in the Warehouse. The scent in and of itself was a good one. Helena did know that. But the fact she'd smelled it right before she was incinerated was not exactly a good thing. But the Warehouse had accepted her once more at the very end. That meant something. Helena was so far from a hero, but she wasn't a villain either. Well, in her own eyes anyway. Some might call her a hero for dying to save those she cared about, but she would argue that it was what needed to happen. It was better than all four of them dying. But isn't that what most heroes were like? Never thinking they actually were heroes but were always willing to lay down their life for their loved ones?
Letting go of her tea cup, she reached out and grabbed a partial circuit board and looked it over for some moments in silence. Grabbing an appropriate tool, she made a couple of adjustments. Where Svetlana used chess to communicate things, Helena used a variety of things. Right now that was through the circuit board. The fact that it was only part of a larger board, which was obvious from one uneven edge, was indicative of the fact Helena was still nursing a shattered psyche. She was slowing piecing it back together, mostly with new parts because some parts of her were so broken that they couldn't be put back together. So the fact she was making adjustments to this circuit board were evidence to the fact she was putting herself back together. But after a minute or so, long enough to where Helena figured Svetlana had picked up on the meaning at hand, she set the tool down and looked at the board. After a moment, she tossed it back into the pile she'd taken it from and sighed heavily.
There were so many emotions and thoughts swimming beneath the surface and Helena was trying to keep ahold of them. This had been something she didn't need, but in retrospect she should've known it could happen. After all, the nature of this place was volatile. Any of them could be sent home at any given moment. Tucking her hair behind one ear, she picked up her tea and took another sip, the scent of it radiating through her again.