[It is fitting. Like the grains of time both parent and child fade away eventually. Clogging up the hourglass was not something either of them desired, having seen the horrific actions two Gods took in an effort for their legacies to end. Perhaps the desire to linger among those who still lived was within them both but Grimm and the Knight knew their fates were to pass through as shadows and no more.
It is not as bleak as it may sound.]
We will fade from this place, one day. [Grimm knows the Knight knows, but it is where he wanted to start.] There should never be an everlasting dream.
But there are some good things to come from it all. The lives you have touched, the hearts you have burned yourself in shine brightly. Time will erode these memories eventually, as it will for those you met in Hallownest. We will eventually fade, the shape, the flame.
[Even for Grimm, he heard stories of his incarnations and the stories were never the same twice. He remembered each self perfectly but that was not something afforded to mortals.
Yet--]
But the dance will remain. Your courage, your love. Here and there. The beautiful love you gave everyone will not be forgotten, my child.
[Long clawed fingers fold themselves over the Knight's chest, where their heart was - and Grimm would defend to the death that they had one no matter what their creator may say.]
...he is still here, is he not?
[He remembers their Shadow, the looming figure who easily dwarfed the Knight much like their father's dark legacy would. Some scars go bone-deep and such a monster would not fade into the past so easily.]
If he is and becomes to loud, remember this. You are loved. All of your flaws, all of your perfections and everything in-between. Everyone here and back home loves you. Never forget this, my dear Knight.
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It is not as bleak as it may sound.]
We will fade from this place, one day. [Grimm knows the Knight knows, but it is where he wanted to start.] There should never be an everlasting dream.
But there are some good things to come from it all. The lives you have touched, the hearts you have burned yourself in shine brightly. Time will erode these memories eventually, as it will for those you met in Hallownest. We will eventually fade, the shape, the flame.
[Even for Grimm, he heard stories of his incarnations and the stories were never the same twice. He remembered each self perfectly but that was not something afforded to mortals.
Yet--]
But the dance will remain. Your courage, your love. Here and there. The beautiful love you gave everyone will not be forgotten, my child.
[Long clawed fingers fold themselves over the Knight's chest, where their heart was - and Grimm would defend to the death that they had one no matter what their creator may say.]
...he is still here, is he not?
[He remembers their Shadow, the looming figure who easily dwarfed the Knight much like their father's dark legacy would. Some scars go bone-deep and such a monster would not fade into the past so easily.]
If he is and becomes to loud, remember this. You are loved. All of your flaws, all of your perfections and everything in-between. Everyone here and back home loves you. Never forget this, my dear Knight.