The Heart tells him there is danger, still. The Lord of Shades has them all in the powerful grip of Void and there is little he can do about it. Thorns about the Nightmare arteries, thorns about his mind, about his body - they could squeeze, and it would be done. Fear lances through him again.
But the Lord of Shades does not crush the life out of him, as Grimm suspected they might not.
What lances through him next is - too much, too much and the heartbeat rises again, demanding that he struggle as the waves of thought are pushed over him, the Nightmare will drown in it -
- Troupe Master Grimm is sometimes the most valuable asset of the whole Nightmare when it comes to matters of rationality. He braces and lets the ocean of questions and curiosity and probing wash over him, despite the urge to resist once again. That would do no good. The Heart got them into this mess. Grimm has some idea of how to get them out, because underneath all of that he thinks he caught...
...Yes. There. Confusion. With some difficulty (small? He is small, in comparison, he supposes) Troupe Master Grimm holds onto that and tells the Nightmare King firmly: look. (Could destroy him, snap him in half, and doesn't. He's quite grateful.)
The Nightmare King catches on, and presents that confusion to the Nightmare's Heart for consideration. (The Heart - yes, master of the Nightmare, Higher Being, he does the mental equivalent of nodding along.) Relieved, Troupe Master Grimm plants himself firmly in the present and works on the more immediate problem.
"...An honest defeat," he struggles out loud with some difficulty, feeling rather overwhelmed, "and I believe some misunderstanding has settled on all of us. But first - if you might permit us room to think...?"
Diplomatically, Grimm presses back against the torrent of thought, finally putting out some resistance in the hopes of getting their attention. He will answer, and they might straighten this out - if they can stop flooding him.
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But the Lord of Shades does not crush the life out of him, as Grimm suspected they might not.
What lances through him next is - too much, too much and the heartbeat rises again, demanding that he struggle as the waves of thought are pushed over him, the Nightmare will drown in it -
- Troupe Master Grimm is sometimes the most valuable asset of the whole Nightmare when it comes to matters of rationality. He braces and lets the ocean of questions and curiosity and probing wash over him, despite the urge to resist once again. That would do no good. The Heart got them into this mess. Grimm has some idea of how to get them out, because underneath all of that he thinks he caught...
...Yes. There. Confusion. With some difficulty (small? He is small, in comparison, he supposes) Troupe Master Grimm holds onto that and tells the Nightmare King firmly: look. (Could destroy him, snap him in half, and doesn't. He's quite grateful.)
The Nightmare King catches on, and presents that confusion to the Nightmare's Heart for consideration. (The Heart - yes, master of the Nightmare, Higher Being, he does the mental equivalent of nodding along.) Relieved, Troupe Master Grimm plants himself firmly in the present and works on the more immediate problem.
"...An honest defeat," he struggles out loud with some difficulty, feeling rather overwhelmed, "and I believe some misunderstanding has settled on all of us. But first - if you might permit us room to think...?"
Diplomatically, Grimm presses back against the torrent of thought, finally putting out some resistance in the hopes of getting their attention. He will answer, and they might straighten this out - if they can stop flooding him.