[There was never much talk around the Troupe about lives before it. For the Master, there was simply no such thing; for the members, well. The Troupe only attended dying lands. He had found Divine half-starved and her face half-burned off, and Brumm-- well, Grimm had never asked, but the bug had been young and alone, a musician without an audience or even instrument to call his own.

Needless to say, it was a surprise to hear it brought up.] From such celebrations of land and life... I am flattered you think my return is... appropriate.

[He took a step to the side, although his foot was aimed up; and another two steps and there Grimm was, sitting upside down in the air as if it was natural. He no longer had the power of the Nightmare's Heart, but he could still retain some tricks at least.]

I have never heard you so jubilant. [In the music at least-- Brumm seemed to be even more at a loss for words than usual when it came to speaking, but it was incredibly charming.] Would you tell me more? I do so love to hear you speak about such joyous things.