The soothing motion of Helena's hand against his back is achingly familiar for a moment, reminding him of his mother. It's exactly what she'd be doing right now; whether it's from being a mother or being a nurse, she's always been quick to reach out and reassure others in the most tangible way she knows how.

Helena is voicing what everyone's been thinking, but that doesn't mean that any answers are forthcoming. They can read the Initiative's files all they want, but no sense of history will be able to explain this away, the sheer ruthlessness of what they're facing. He doesn't even bother to adding his own questions to hers, momentarily lost for words.