Hel was again given the opportunity to wonder over being accepted. It was such an unusual reaction, she herself was unsure how to respond. So she didn't. She let Hades speak, gving him leave to think quietly while he decided how best to proceed. It surprised her how much he was willing to open up to a complete stranger, despite their similarities.
Feeling there was little she could say, she simply raised her good eyebrow at his description of his father. How could one respond to something like that? It didn't make her feel any less bitter about her own childhood, but it did give her an appreciation that it could have been worse. Because, really, who ate their own kids? That was just wrong. Except wrong didn't even begin to cover it. And in the end, Hades too had missed out on much of what might have been.
"It would appear we have more in common than our realms." At least in some small measure. Neither of them happy with their youth, neither having chosen their position. At least that's what Hel recalled of what she knew of the Greeks. She had once heard about the gods drawing lots or something, and that was how they each got their places to rule. Helga was not the first to come to Helheim with knowledge of the Greeks and their worlds. And Niflheim, while being the most comfortable place she could imagine to reside right now, had not been her choice either. Unsure if she had that right, and considering he had already asked a personal question of her, she felt it better to ask than assume.
"Is it true that like me, this is not your land by choice?" Hel hoped that by disclosing that bit of information about herself it would not come off too much like prying. Because she really was interested in this man and this world so like her own.