"Hello, my name is Eir. My mother is Hel, the Queen of the Realm of the Dead. I know this is hard to believe, but please bear with me. To put a long story short, I carry thousands of lives within me, which makes me immortal. My mother gets stronger with each life she takes, so she uses me to strengthen herself. Basically...she kills me. Repeatedly. Because of that, my immortality will eventually run out.
But I still love her and let her do this to me. I know she is Death itself, but if she were to die, I would be devasted. Do you think...she loves me back?"
"You will forgive me if I am not as versed in Norse mythology as my associates."
"That aside, if I were to take this prank seriously..."
"Based on the information you've given me, no. I don't think your mother loves you."
"For a parent, love is borne by strength and effort alone."
"If you simply use your child to your own benefit, you may require them--but you do not love them."
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