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Hel beamed.

“Oooooooh I suppose.” She replied. “Like a puzzle? You need all the little pieces to make the bigger picture?” At his question, Hel nodded her head. “Ya…not at all…honestly I stopped some time after Sif’s wedding…” Here, Hel idly rolled her shoulders. Though she had made her decision, talking about it and reflecting on it didn’t make it any smoother, and to make her point clear to Mot, she made sure to drive it home. “I was always the black sheep of the family, Mot…and it was obvious…and what they want and what they concern their selves with…it is not for me, and I want no part of it. Besides, if I made my presence known to them again? Like this?” She made a gesture to herself.

“Wingless, completely dark skinned…they would be out for blood in a frenzied rage…and what? Point them in the direction of Hunters because of my wings? They would all be slaughtered.” Hel rested her hands on her hips. “This is for the best, for everyone involved. It is best that they hang onto the memory of a little split tone ghoul with wings off on a grand adventure to Amityville.”

Hel was glad, actually, that Mot didn’t scold her for that, because this wasn’t a topic she was going to budge on.

At his question, Hel was almost ready to shoot it down, because a book detailing valkyries seemed too specific a topic for the Amityville library to carry but—

Hel’s expression fell and she stared at nothing in particular. The gears were turning. “…I am not certain about the school library, and like I said, Lizzy checked it already…but the town has a library, ya!?”

Hel stared at Mot, and then giggled.

“I am telling Genie you said that you are my man.”

Teasing, always.

Hel giggled, and it was the sound of her weapon pieces jingling in her satchel that signified she was running down the hall after the cowboil.

Hel in a library…wasn’t useful. Not one bit. Granted, she did read some of the books (only to have Mot go back and re-read any book she did, for good reason), but for the most part, she was aimlessly rocking back and forth in her chair, and on one occasion, even fell back with it. While they did find some really interesting things about valkyries, and about valkyries with familiars and valkyries with weapons, nothing ever clearly spoke about weapons breaking.

The ghoul wasn’t disappointed, per say because she still didn't think they'd find what they wanted, when she walked out of the library with Mot, but it still left that ever burning question. Why wasn’t this something they could find out about? Was it because it rarely happened? She looked up at her friend, and grinned regardless.

“We tried.”

“…Healing process?” Hel echoed, her brows furrowing as she cast a quizzical look over at Mot. “What is there to heal?” Hel tried fixing the weapon already, and it made it worse, so she was perplexed at this idea of ‘healing’.

The ghoul snorted. “Ya well…ignorance is bliss sometimes too.” She nudged the boil with an elbow. “Hey. I will buy you some coffee, ya? For your help today.”

Hel…

Offering to buy Mot…

Coffee…

Maybe she was dying.

“Okay!” Hel pumped a fist into the air, and led the way to a nearby café so that Mot could get a cup of life, on her seeds. Hel ended up getting a milkshake, and it was then she realized there was something else she needed to tell Mot about. “Oi!” The ghoul cried as she slid into a booth seat. She then pointed at the lock nestled secured in her bosom.

“Did you notice this?”

Hel managed to keep a straight and disapproving face as she uttered. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Mot.”

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It didn’t last long, because soon she was snorting in amusement, and shook her head. “Ah, no! Not a necklace!” She grabbed it, and then made a show of pulling on it to show Mot that is was stuck. “Now, do I have a tale to tell you…” It was here Hel launched into what happened. The Tear, the call in the dream, the sacrifice of memories, the reclaiming of those memories, every major point she had encountered while going through from world to world, and finally, the final battle.

“So I sacrificed some of my memories…” She fingered the lock again, idly. “This is proof I guess…Kind of bothersome, truthfully, but eh.”

“Ya! I am sure there is…I mean, I was promised they would be returned so…I suppose it is only a matter of time.” Hel still had a lot of milkshake left because of all the talking she had done. “I am glad I stepped up.” She uttered. “I think this experience truly helped the journey to change I embarked on.” She took a sip of her milkshake, and then tapped on the lock again.

“Let me tell you though, I am just thankful this did not appear as a chastity belt.”