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... say, Lorien still couldn’t help thinking that Hela’s tears had a certain charm to them.
But that wasn’t what mattered right now.
What mattered was that Hela, clutching at the skin on his waist, muttered in a muffled, sulky voice,
"I wasn’t crying. I am Hela, the Goddess of Death. How could I possibly cry?"
Lorien first pried her small hands off his waist before replying,
"You’re right."
Hela crying was something he truly hadn’t expected. He had gue ...
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