He believed that? And did he- did he actually trust her? Hela almost pitied him. Did he not know any better? Did he really think this was how one won battles? Was this how Thor bested him? With sentiment? How disgusting!
And yet, nothing else seemed to work. He had the same magic as their mother. He was full of illusions and tricks. He dodged and parried just as easily as she flung her swords. If she wanted to win, she had to use another approach.
If he wanted to play this game, then Hela could play along. Dropping her swords, the Goddess stood before her brother with her arms open.
"If you truly believe there's hope for me, then come here... brother."