It's the asking that's the point; that, and Dimitri feels increasingly uncomfortable having this conversation while towering over Helena -- he's here to talk, not pass judgment. He retrieves a chair from a neighboring desk and takes a seat opposite Helena, hands open on the table.

"You know her better than I; I defer to your evaluation. If she wants to redeem herself, I won't stand in her way. I won't lie if asked directly, but you have my word that I won't divulge your past or hers purely to sabotage her. And I'm glad you've found an accord." Goddess knows Dimitri would have no such charity if Rufus ever showed his face.

He's still troubled, though. "I don't believe you asked this of her -- I can't imagine you doing such a thing," despite the dead berating him, despite the long hours he's argued with them, despite the hard-learned paranoid insistence that everyone in the world acts only out of cryptic malice towards Dimitri specifically, "but ... do you have any idea why she claimed to hunt for your sake?"