[ In them there is an echo of their father's strength of will; they have claimed, turned it to other purpose, made it their own, but the reflection is sometimes too striking to ignore.
The Pale King thought nothing of sacrificing others for his own plans, until there was nobody left to pay the price for him. The Knight thinks little of themselves, of their own pain, and sacrifices themselves over and over until they have nothing left to give.
No cost too great.
(A selfish king produces entirely too selfless children.)
They don't speak to answer, because that would break that point of contact between them, and it's not something they want to let go of yet.
There are fates that cannot be altered, things that cannot be changed, no matter how hard they try. It's something they share, that awareness of inevitability, as much as the Knight wishes it wasn't the case.
Gently, they clasp one of Grimm's hands in both their own, giving it a small pat, a small attempt at returning the comfort he's given them. What can they even say? ]
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The Pale King thought nothing of sacrificing others for his own plans, until there was nobody left to pay the price for him. The Knight thinks little of themselves, of their own pain, and sacrifices themselves over and over until they have nothing left to give.
No cost too great.
(A selfish king produces entirely too selfless children.)
They don't speak to answer, because that would break that point of contact between them, and it's not something they want to let go of yet.
There are fates that cannot be altered, things that cannot be changed, no matter how hard they try. It's something they share, that awareness of inevitability, as much as the Knight wishes it wasn't the case.
Gently, they clasp one of Grimm's hands in both their own, giving it a small pat, a small attempt at returning the comfort he's given them. What can they even say? ]