[It comes quietly but Grimm did not expect a grand show of understanding. The Pale King was showing enough with what he says alone. A tireless machine showing exhaustion, the mind finally choosing to pick up the final piece of the puzzle that went ignored until now.
He remembers meeting the Pale King as he was birthed, one of the grand Wyrms and something so very old. Unfeeling save for a daunting curiosity that bent the room, took apart those who caught his attention. A mind that changed and polished Hallownest into the shining, beautiful gem it was now. It was something spoken highly of in the lands Grimm has visited, the dying telling stories of a radiant kingdom of bugs. The Hallownest and its ruler, the Pale King.
But information on said ruler was few. Moments like these no one but Grimm would be able to see and he knew it may not happen again. But he will encourage it as much as possible.
The Wyrm was beautiful, a creature of pure power that focused it on Hallownest. But if Grimm was to be honest, he found the Pale King more interesting. These moments were it was not about what he created but him, a struggle to understand what he did not have experience with, trying. Failing and learning. Expanding the self.
An aching, useless flaw that was the Pale King's alone. A cog in the machine that does not yet have a use, but perhaps one day it will. And that, Grimm thinks, makes the Pale King's form much more beautiful to the Troupe Master then the Wyrm ever was.]
Perhaps. But bugs change as time flows. My scarlet eyes cannot see the future, my friend.
[Grimm can see the lands of the dead and dying, even if some places in Hallownest remained an unknown. But in particular Grimm means he cannot see his own future like the Pale King can.
The Lantern possibly broken, the nightmare ended. But when Grimm dies and his child grows, who knows, really, if they would be willing to come back if the Pale King called.
They will not be the same God that the Pale King met. No version of "Grimm" has ever been the same and never will be.
Gently he rests his hands on the King's shoulders and smiles a little. It is not flashy like it normally is, a quiet fire that not many see.]
There is always a choice. [Always.] But it is yours alone.
[To follow the things he sees, regardless of what must be done to reach that point.
To give into these emotions and chose something else, the unknown.
Grimm can offer counsel if desired but it will be the Pale King's choice in the end.]
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He remembers meeting the Pale King as he was birthed, one of the grand Wyrms and something so very old. Unfeeling save for a daunting curiosity that bent the room, took apart those who caught his attention. A mind that changed and polished Hallownest into the shining, beautiful gem it was now. It was something spoken highly of in the lands Grimm has visited, the dying telling stories of a radiant kingdom of bugs. The Hallownest and its ruler, the Pale King.
But information on said ruler was few. Moments like these no one but Grimm would be able to see and he knew it may not happen again. But he will encourage it as much as possible.
The Wyrm was beautiful, a creature of pure power that focused it on Hallownest. But if Grimm was to be honest, he found the Pale King more interesting. These moments were it was not about what he created but him, a struggle to understand what he did not have experience with, trying. Failing and learning. Expanding the self.
An aching, useless flaw that was the Pale King's alone. A cog in the machine that does not yet have a use, but perhaps one day it will. And that, Grimm thinks, makes the Pale King's form much more beautiful to the Troupe Master then the Wyrm ever was.]
Perhaps. But bugs change as time flows. My scarlet eyes cannot see the future, my friend.
[Grimm can see the lands of the dead and dying, even if some places in Hallownest remained an unknown. But in particular Grimm means he cannot see his own future like the Pale King can.
The Lantern possibly broken, the nightmare ended. But when Grimm dies and his child grows, who knows, really, if they would be willing to come back if the Pale King called.
They will not be the same God that the Pale King met. No version of "Grimm" has ever been the same and never will be.
Gently he rests his hands on the King's shoulders and smiles a little. It is not flashy like it normally is, a quiet fire that not many see.]
There is always a choice. [Always.] But it is yours alone.
[To follow the things he sees, regardless of what must be done to reach that point.
To give into these emotions and chose something else, the unknown.
Grimm can offer counsel if desired but it will be the Pale King's choice in the end.]