[There are things that are integrated into a bug's soul. Something small such as Grimm's dislike of swimming to...this. Deeper. The fear of touch, even if it is a pat on the head.
One could say it came from the battles the Vessel must have endured during their time upon this forgotten land but Grimm knew better. Such things started early and for them it was the moment of their birth, when they were tossed away by their creator. Their father.
Grimm was under no illusion that he could magically make it better and erase those memories. But perhaps the future could be just a little kinder.]
Then we shall go to my Troupe. I think you will like to meet them all.
[Brumm could understand their silence and Divine would enjoy the sight of the Vessel. There was quite a number of things they could do.
Grimm stands but does not pull his cloak away. If the Vessel wished to hold onto the fabric while they walked, then they were free to do so.]
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One could say it came from the battles the Vessel must have endured during their time upon this forgotten land but Grimm knew better. Such things started early and for them it was the moment of their birth, when they were tossed away by their creator. Their father.
Grimm was under no illusion that he could magically make it better and erase those memories. But perhaps the future could be just a little kinder.]
Then we shall go to my Troupe. I think you will like to meet them all.
[Brumm could understand their silence and Divine would enjoy the sight of the Vessel. There was quite a number of things they could do.
Grimm stands but does not pull his cloak away. If the Vessel wished to hold onto the fabric while they walked, then they were free to do so.]
Shall we, my friend?