"Maybe." Hel had gone over it hundreds, maybe thousands of times in her mind. Her father loved her, but he didn't want her around.
"It was all okay until I got sent away. I saw him a lot at first, but then he found someone. Got married. Had new, handsome boys. Not...creatures."
She took a drink, distracted by the memories. Styx might not have even been there. It was a talk she had carried out with herself too many times.
"After that," remembering herself, Hel looked across at Styx and shrugged. "I suppose I was just too different to fit in there. I never met his sons while they were alive. His wife- well, he didn't want me to meet her either. But I managed it anyway, without him knowing."