If death decided to come for Helena, she wouldn't completely mind currently. She would fight for her life, of course, but if she died, she didn't really see the loss in that. There was a deep depression already building within her, but she was clinging to the anger, to the need for vengeance to keep her from slipping completely. Once vengeance was taken, she would let herself slip into the depression, and she wouldn't care if she never came out of it.

"You should never stop looking for those responsible. You and your family deserve vengeance by any means necessary. As does Christina." Though if she were thinking clearly, she'd know this wasn't what Christina would want for her, but Helena couldn't think otherwise currently.

Helena shrugged a shoulder, taking his offered. "I can always open another one elsewhere if I so wish. Though I do not see the point in surviving." Which wouldn't be surprising. She was more than certain Dorian understood the sentiment, given the loss of his own family. "I will tell you all I know. Hopefully something comes of it." She would refuse to cry until she was alone. The pain was coming back to the forefront, and her gaze dropped to the street beneath her feet as they walked. Helena was now a starkly different woman from the one Dorian had come to know.