The infection stung. It hurt, it burned, it took my arm away from me. You saw how it pained me and everyone else and yet all you did was hide me away in a dream because I was "a good conversation partner." Even then, you would get angry with me sometimes and leave, causing those dreams to become nightmares.
At first the nightmares were unbearable. Just as unbearable as the pain in reality. Then, he started visiting me during them. Nightmares became less filled with fear and more filled with a gentle darkness and the faintest chorus of notes forming an eerie harmony. He would speak with me any time you wouldn't, and treated me far better.
Radiance, bright as you were, if you had truly cared for me as a friend as you said you did time after time, you would have ended the infection running rampant in my home.
I owe much to Grimm for helping me retain my sanity until Little Ghost brought you down in Godhome. I even owe Grimm for calming down Hornet and explaining what all went down to her.
Thank you, Troupe Master Grimm, my greatest friend. -Hollow (#stormsys)