[Grimm meets the gaze that many do not. He is well aware that many found the Pale King's stare unnerving, an empty sort of endless void where one would be lost if they fell into it. But the Troupe Master did not mind it. To be frank, sometimes he wished it was possible to fill that void with flame and dress all this white in black and red. A desire to consume that came with his nature.

What, with the foresight of the Wyrm, are his nightmares like? What consumed his mind when he finally slept?]

A point of reference for myself, dear Wyrm. Your only meeting with him involved being nearly set on fire, so these feelings of yours are for I alone.

[A matter tossed aside. The Pale King sharpened his Godhood into a blade but Grimm treated it as lesser then his role of the Troupe Master. Nightmares still visited those across the lands and the Troupe still reaped the flames of the dead and dying so he was fulfilling what he was born to do.

He did not shrink his duties. But the Troupe Master came first long before the Nightmare King, seemingly by the God's own design. He had no worshipers, no one but isolation and what he could see through his vessel's eyes.]

Would anything change if I left for good and we never spoke again?