[It does not take long for Grimm to know where the song comes from. It is the one he dances to, what he brought to Hallownest when the Lantern was first lit. A land where bugs were first learning to be free and they cautiously shuffled closer to the tents and music that came with it.

Grimm had been well aware of who else came to see the show. Wyrm had a presence that demanded to be noticed in his larger form and had eyes that could see without moving. But it appeared the Pale King had not expected a visit once the show was over and the moment when they first met was something Grimm kept close to his heart.]

Wonderfully done, my friend.

[But it has not distracted Grimm from the topic at hand and the Pale King's silence is all the confirmation he needed. As the music continues to play Grimm stands and joins the Pale King at his work bench, kneeling down to face him eye-to-eye.

They cut quite the contrast together, pure white and grey and black and red. They could consume one another but did not for whatever reason they wished.]

Are having these feelings such a bad thing? To care for another is not such a sin worthy of condemnation.