[ Angela stiffens. Typically, she might not answer a question such as this, but she's finding herself more open and verbose after the bite from the bug. ]

As a child in Heven, we were told stories of the horribleness of Asgard. Of Bor the Butcher and his warrior woman slaves. Asgardians were monsters who waged war across the Realms, committed atrocities to terrible to name. So I think... [ She trails off, not sure how to finish that thought.

Finally, she says, ] I had a mother, who loved me. I wanted for nothing as a child. [ Save companionship. ]