DESI
“What am I going to tell Miri?” We walked hand-in-hand down the street, smiling at the people we passed. They greeted me happily, their faces reflecting their joy, their hands reaching to touch me. I had a brief flash to the wanters and needers in Hell and all the many times I plowed through them as though I were a rock and they the stream that rushed past. I had despised their touch, their need to take something, anything, from me. But in Asgard everything was different; the people gave, asking nothing in return. They gave their blessings. Told me how glad they were to see me. How much they loved me.