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Hel is outside with her sewing. She's rather glad that the jungle is gone. It blocked a lot of her view of the grounds and something about it just wasn't right. Not really. She's hard to miss, being roughly the same scale Optimus Prime is when he's at home, and her hair glistens in the light all the way from her head to where the braids coil on the ground.

((Xigbar))

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"Not a healer myself, babe, so I hear you. What kinda place would the Universe be if we all were, huh? Pretty lame, I think."

"Peaceful." she says in the tone of someone who has never known peace - but would like to. "When I was young I thought of revenge, of proving myself. Now I think of those who suffer for the heroes sake and fade in my care without hope. I think that if all were healers even the gods would have to grant peace to those who did not fight."

"If the Universe were full of healers, you and me wouldn't be here having this chat," Xigbar points out. "But you probably noticed, I'm not a peaceful kinda guy."

"This is true." Hel agrees, "You must forgive an old, old woman her flights of fancy. Ragnarok is much closer than it once was."

"Not a problem, babe. Most people wish for peace sometimes; it's just so totally not my thing."

"You are not nearly as old as I am." Hel points out, "I spent my first several million years as violent as could be."

"I don't think I'd change that much, even if I lived as long as you," Xigbar states. "Not saying it'd never happen - I mean, the guy I used to be probably would've mellowed a bit, if he didn't get himself spectacularly dead first, but, you know?"

Space is anything but mellow.

"I know." The young never think they can change. Even Space gets tired after a time.

Everything dies.

Everything.

He knows. He really really knows; it's driven home every time he steps into Milliways, every time he looks out the Window, every second he's in this place.

"Guess I'll just have to wait and find out, huh?"

"So you will." Hel agrees, "We all wait for the future."

Then she laughs, "All this time and I still get grim at the drop of a hat. My apologies."

"No big," Xigbar says, shrugging the whole thing off.

"It is, I think, a hazard of being me." Hel agrees cheerfully, "So tell me, how long have you come here?"

"Right around a month," Xigbar replies. "Spent most of it out here, smashed on Atlantean. That stuff is good."

"I remember it being so." Hel agrees, "It has been a long time since I was able to go in and order anything. Long and long indeed."

"Seriously? You mean, you can't do like the robot dudes, and compress in there?"

"I am not robotic." Hel says mildly, "And magic does not touch me. Only godkilling weapons do much of anything at all."

"Super lame. I mean, you can't do half the fun stuff here! Hey, you know, if you want I could try--" He makes a gesture that expresses shrinking without really shinking "--and bend your space around. You know?"

There is a long, long silence at that.

She's looking at him, straight on, but thinking of many other things. Eventually her left hand moves and draws runes in the air that crackle, "Bleßun." is the soft murmur that goes with it.

And he's not exactly what or how, but something seems different, like the many weights pressing on his mind are lifted, like the constant pull of the black beyond black is lighter.

"...Babe?"

"General blessing." Hel says softly, "I find my magics hurt less if I don't make them too terribly specific. So it is a general blessing."

"Oh."

Gods, in his experience, don't usually want any more to do with them than anyone else.

This is different.

"Thanks."

Hel takes the unwanted.

He counts enough for her.

"You are welcome. I do not know that I could handle being so small after so much time so large...I will think about it."

"Let me know babe," he replies. "Any time."

"I will." Hel agrees, "I am here as often as I can be."

"I'm mostly out here myself," Xigbar replies. "'Cause, y'know. Kinda sucks in there for me."