"Though it does not precisely matter any longer." She didn't quite have the energy to fight on the point, especially when he was acknowledging what he should've done. Had she known he'd thought of killing her, Helena most likely would've let him do it. At least she wouldn't be suffering anymore and wondering just how she could even go on living. It would be so much easier if she were dead.

However, her mind snapped to attention as he spoke of things they needed. It was then that she finally started putting the pieces together. She would've caught on much sooner, but she was distracted currently for good reason. "The one who killed your family is the same one who killed Christina, is it not?" The questions he'd asked, the details of what had happened to their children were too similar to simply be a coincidence. She stood up as he went to unlock the trunk. "I have a gun," she said, opening her handbag and pulled out a handgun. "I needed some insurance for this part of the city." It needed to be said that she'd at least thought ahead enough to come armed.