They have had this discussion of burdens before and if one could become used to the weight of them. The Knight's was of countless dead siblings and the one chosen, honored and doomed. A kingdom that was nothing more then a shambling corpse no matter how beautiful it looked to the eye. Those who have passed on and reside within them, moments past and buried.
He is, as much as they would detest it, reminded a little of the Pale King. They both took things from others, became integrated in the little world that made up Hallownest. Wyrm in the physical world and the Knight in matters of the heart and regret.
But knowing and thinking of all this...Grimm's answer is simple.]
No.
[He leaned forward a little ways, pressing his forehead against the Knight's. The Troupe Master's tone is uncharacteristically somber.]
It is a cruelty how they died. The Hollow Knight, your siblings...their fates were not ones they asked for nor deserved. The choice was taken from them all. You as well. He gave none of you a choice.
[The Nightmare King cared for little but he valued choice. He granted his vessels the ability to grow, to be more then just something to bare his title.
To tear that away from a child, the ability to chose, was unconscionable. It was cruel. It...was unsurprising, coming from Wyrm.
(The Pale King was fascinating and beautiful in his pale light and mind, and terrible to behold in his inability and lack of desire to understand emotions.)]
But there are fates you cannot alter, no matter how powerful you are. Lives that cannot be saved. Minds...that cannot be changed. [He sighs.] What ifs are a terrible cycle to be caught up in, my friend. Yet I do understand why you wish for them to live. More then anything.
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They have had this discussion of burdens before and if one could become used to the weight of them. The Knight's was of countless dead siblings and the one chosen, honored and doomed. A kingdom that was nothing more then a shambling corpse no matter how beautiful it looked to the eye. Those who have passed on and reside within them, moments past and buried.
He is, as much as they would detest it, reminded a little of the Pale King. They both took things from others, became integrated in the little world that made up Hallownest. Wyrm in the physical world and the Knight in matters of the heart and regret.
But knowing and thinking of all this...Grimm's answer is simple.]
No.
[He leaned forward a little ways, pressing his forehead against the Knight's. The Troupe Master's tone is uncharacteristically somber.]
It is a cruelty how they died. The Hollow Knight, your siblings...their fates were not ones they asked for nor deserved. The choice was taken from them all. You as well. He gave none of you a choice.
[The Nightmare King cared for little but he valued choice. He granted his vessels the ability to grow, to be more then just something to bare his title.
To tear that away from a child, the ability to chose, was unconscionable. It was cruel. It...was unsurprising, coming from Wyrm.
(The Pale King was fascinating and beautiful in his pale light and mind, and terrible to behold in his inability and lack of desire to understand emotions.)]
But there are fates you cannot alter, no matter how powerful you are. Lives that cannot be saved. Minds...that cannot be changed. [He sighs.] What ifs are a terrible cycle to be caught up in, my friend. Yet I do understand why you wish for them to live. More then anything.
[Burn the father, feed the child.
Yes. More then anything.]