[For a Vessel, the size of their body was no indicator of what they could carry within themselves. Stand tall as he might, the flames that were the Nightmare King are taller still. The infection spread in drops but the worst was held back by a lonely, scared child who grew before they even knew what a childhood was.

But that is the body alone. The mind is a different matter, a place where one can be at ease or it can become their own personal hell. Grimm knew what his would be if he allowed it to come true. The nightmare that haunted even the Nightmare King himself. No lock nor key but a realm left in pieces, no farther could he go.

And the Knight...are they standing on that line between comfort and madness or have they fallen to one side?

It may not be a nightmare that Grimm can take away. But he can bare it, he can continue to hold them in his arms, rubbing a hand down their back and letting them shake.

It is foolish to assume a warrior felt no fear. But it is foolish still to never allow them to express it when it comes to pass.]

It does not have to be the beginning, nor the ends I know from lands long past. Ask your heart where you must start and follow along until the end. And I will wait until you find the words.

[Time to a God is meaningless. Grimm's time is not, but for friends and family...he would give all he had.]