Grimm's gaze fixes right on them, which they will likely feel as a prickle a lot more than they'll see through the ripples.
"I am afraid my answer remains elusive, Knight." And confusion, this time. Bared. Foreign, coming from him, but for this they should know things are... complex. They have earned that right.
Grimm is quiet for some time. He tilts his head, evaluating.
They are a Higher Being, and he a vessel for his. But they are - or are usually - a vessel, as well. They are not so dissimilar, in ways perhaps unprecedented.
Perhaps there is no sense in not sharing such things. Grimm has limited time, after all.
...Fine then. The Lord of Shades is given a small insight at the very least: a small package of information, in a rush, like the overlapping whispers of a Lore Tablet but harsher and more tangled and more filled with burn and chill in equal measure.
Given the same context, would one make the same choices? Is it not fairer to allow room for change, for error, for growth, in ways unforeseen and unplanned? If you, Knight, were to be given reign over another self, would you want the same grudges, the same fears, the same joys, or would such encouragement lock out the chance at a clean slate? Would that not be what was deserved?
Grimm has shifted, to sit cross-legged with his hands folded in his lap. It was neat and concise enough, even if it lacked years of nuance.
"Rumination has not granted me an answer, and I cannot in good faith grant one to you."
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"I am afraid my answer remains elusive, Knight." And confusion, this time. Bared. Foreign, coming from him, but for this they should know things are... complex. They have earned that right.
Grimm is quiet for some time. He tilts his head, evaluating.
They are a Higher Being, and he a vessel for his. But they are - or are usually - a vessel, as well. They are not so dissimilar, in ways perhaps unprecedented.
Perhaps there is no sense in not sharing such things. Grimm has limited time, after all.
...Fine then. The Lord of Shades is given a small insight at the very least: a small package of information, in a rush, like the overlapping whispers of a Lore Tablet but harsher and more tangled and more filled with burn and chill in equal measure.
Given the same context, would one make the same choices? Is it not fairer to allow room for change, for error, for growth, in ways unforeseen and unplanned? If you, Knight, were to be given reign over another self, would you want the same grudges, the same fears, the same joys, or would such encouragement lock out the chance at a clean slate? Would that not be what was deserved?
Grimm has shifted, to sit cross-legged with his hands folded in his lap. It was neat and concise enough, even if it lacked years of nuance.
"Rumination has not granted me an answer, and I cannot in good faith grant one to you."