[ True, they'd noticed. The dream nail had allowed them access to the voices that made up Grimm's past incarnations and the heart of the flame itself; those who had come before and the roaring inferno that was the Nightmare King, the god hidden in the heart of a vessel. But Grimm himself had been silent. Lost in the past, or something worse?
(It's impossible for them not to think of him as Grimm, even if he is not the first, even if he will not be the last. To them, he will always be the one that is uniquely the Troupe Master, even if they were to meet his child grown, his child's children after them.)
The god in flames and whispered words bids them to do something, and they do. This is Grimm's mind, so maybe it is that simple...
They stop their motion, looking attentively up at him (the first time they've really looked at him), and do as they've always done.
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(It's impossible for them not to think of him as Grimm, even if he is not the first, even if he will not be the last. To them, he will always be the one that is uniquely the Troupe Master, even if they were to meet his child grown, his child's children after them.)
The god in flames and whispered words bids them to do something, and they do. This is Grimm's mind, so maybe it is that simple...
They stop their motion, looking attentively up at him (the first time they've really looked at him), and do as they've always done.
Listen. ]