[No, there was nothing either of them could have done to change how they met. The time that the Knight called the Grimm Troupe was when it was time for Grimm to pass on his title. That is how it was and even the Nightmare King could not change it.
As with everything, reality is what remains when one wakes from their sleep.
He knows what they mean by the gesture and wraps his arms around the tiny child. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that for all that they were capable of, the Knight was a child in the end. They shouldered burdens that even adults would falter under the weight but there should be a limit.
Grimm did not want to be a God who dominated those who chose to follow him. He did not desire followers who did not question the steps he took. And, most importantly, he did not want to be the kind of bug who dumped his problems upon children and leave them with the burden.
Memories were memories and will fade with time. But sometimes it simply does not work that way.]
It is sad to witness this, is it not? Even within the realm of Nightmares I could feel it. [The warmth that flowed from nowhere, the voice that spoke to Grimm.] Are you tired, my friend?
[It is a strange thing to ask of one who is dreaming, but Grimm does not necessarily mean if the Knight is sleepy. Are they just...tired of all of this?]
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As with everything, reality is what remains when one wakes from their sleep.
He knows what they mean by the gesture and wraps his arms around the tiny child. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that for all that they were capable of, the Knight was a child in the end. They shouldered burdens that even adults would falter under the weight but there should be a limit.
Grimm did not want to be a God who dominated those who chose to follow him. He did not desire followers who did not question the steps he took. And, most importantly, he did not want to be the kind of bug who dumped his problems upon children and leave them with the burden.
Memories were memories and will fade with time. But sometimes it simply does not work that way.]
It is sad to witness this, is it not? Even within the realm of Nightmares I could feel it. [The warmth that flowed from nowhere, the voice that spoke to Grimm.] Are you tired, my friend?
[It is a strange thing to ask of one who is dreaming, but Grimm does not necessarily mean if the Knight is sleepy. Are they just...tired of all of this?]