[He does not mind being asked. It is something that Grimm encouraged in the waking world, a wonderful form of creativity found within the questions and those who asked them.

And that particular question...is one the Nightmare King is interested in. Life and death, both terrifying nightmares as they are gifts. A connection between all from start to finish.

One may say this does not apply to a Vessel. They were created by another's hand, a being sprung from the inky blackness of the Void. The natural breath of life does not flow within them. But there is a spark, a drive to live that burns in the child. They took the hand that was offered to them and chose to grow.

It was enough for Grimm and it is enough for the Nightmare King.]

A quite song. The wind, the sea. A lonely body of water calls you. For you...

[The Nightmare King pauses and for a moment appears lost in his own world. Songs go farther, deeper into the soul that one may think...unless they were those who dug into the soul with scalpels and magic. They knew.

It is difficult to explain. The flames dance again.]

A dance between us two until he wakes. Meanings become clear when it is quiet.

[He is being obtuse but it is really the only way the Nightmare King can put it. And this dance is an offer. Normally those who wandered into Grimm's mind had to accept what they unleash upon themselves.

But he called them. It was only fair.]