[The Abyss and the Pale King's children. Thousands upon thousands of corpses laying across a shore of nothing, with only two escaping the fate that the others suffered.
The Knight and the Hollow Knight. But in the end...only the Knight remained. They survived and do not understand why.
(Guilt will linger, a scar that persists no matter the pains one takes to heal. The Abyss accepted all but the Knight was a child with a heart made of scar tissue.)]
Do you feel guilty, my friend? That you survived when your siblings did not?
[All Grimm knows of is the tale of the Hollow Knight and those who now line the Abyss's walls. He does not know of those strung up in the lair of a shape-shifting beast or the one all alone that drowned in infection.
But he knows of guilt, of wondering why. It is not something Grimm spoke of, for it would not respect the memories of those who came before him. None of those past blurred with one another for they were all unique. But for the members of the Troupe, for those who grew to treasure and love their Master were burdened with 'his' eventual death and knowledge they would never see 'him' again, even though Grimm lived.
And sometimes it is difficult to bare the guilt of that, what the cycle took away. The song is endless but each note will eventually stop. Grimm is not the one who had to pick up the pieces.
Thinking back on what is gone forever hurts. This he understands.]
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The Knight and the Hollow Knight. But in the end...only the Knight remained. They survived and do not understand why.
(Guilt will linger, a scar that persists no matter the pains one takes to heal. The Abyss accepted all but the Knight was a child with a heart made of scar tissue.)]
Do you feel guilty, my friend? That you survived when your siblings did not?
[All Grimm knows of is the tale of the Hollow Knight and those who now line the Abyss's walls. He does not know of those strung up in the lair of a shape-shifting beast or the one all alone that drowned in infection.
But he knows of guilt, of wondering why. It is not something Grimm spoke of, for it would not respect the memories of those who came before him. None of those past blurred with one another for they were all unique. But for the members of the Troupe, for those who grew to treasure and love their Master were burdened with 'his' eventual death and knowledge they would never see 'him' again, even though Grimm lived.
And sometimes it is difficult to bare the guilt of that, what the cycle took away. The song is endless but each note will eventually stop. Grimm is not the one who had to pick up the pieces.
Thinking back on what is gone forever hurts. This he understands.]