[ There is a long, long moment of silence. Knowing the Pale King's usual routines and habits, Grimm could easily be forgiven for simply assuming he's focused on his task and forgotten that a conversation was happening at all.
A needle, a cylinder, cogs and gears, a crank to turn...various parts are being put together with unerring precision. He can see it in his head, see what should exist long before it takes shape before him; he doesn't need his prescience for that.
(Why did he make this? Music is one of those things that he has no need for, either. It wasn't something he desired, something that soothed him; nor was it something he had a solid concept of.
Until recently - what counts as recently for something as ancient as him. ) ]
I am surprised you did not notice when it started.
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A needle, a cylinder, cogs and gears, a crank to turn...various parts are being put together with unerring precision. He can see it in his head, see what should exist long before it takes shape before him; he doesn't need his prescience for that.
(Why did he make this? Music is one of those things that he has no need for, either. It wasn't something he desired, something that soothed him; nor was it something he had a solid concept of.
Until recently - what counts as recently for something as ancient as him. ) ]
I am surprised you did not notice when it started.
[ Is he
going to elaborate on this at all?
Apparently not. ]