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Three roots there are | that three ways run
'Neath the ash-tree Yggdrasil;
'Neath the first lives Hel, | 'neath the second the frost-giants,
'Neath the last are the lands of men.

Long it has been since Hel found a door to Milliways; and even now the one she opens leads not inside but out to the forest. She'll take what she can get - full grown the half-dead goddess is far too large to fit inside Milliways. The compression field that affects the robots does not so much affect her.

She doesn't know how long it has been for the people here. It doesn't really matter. She's seeing the grass, the trees, the green and growing things.

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"Poor little Man." Hel says gently, "I disturb you, I see that." even half-blind, "You need not stay here. I will not be offended."

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Max sighs, "I wish it were otherwise, no matter what you say. But you are right: if wishes were fishes..." His shoulders slump slightly.

"I do hope to see you again, my lady."

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"With luck, I will be here." Hel says gently, "Good day, Antillar Maximus." it isn't her intent, but the weight of his name in her voice is that of old age and illness, of empty hearth and cold beds.

There are reasons she avoids saying the full names of her friends.

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Not flinching takes an effort, but Max manages it.

"Good day, Lady Hel." He bows again and walks away.