Hate me for everything I'm saying

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"Speech!"
Grimshaw listened patiently to the verbal onslaught Artorias attacked him with. In a lot of ways he was right, but in others he was so wrong. Of course, it was something a child that only lost one mother would understand, but maybe he should try losing two. Maybe, just maybe, he'd have a sense of the worth Grimshaw felt knowing every mother that cared for him died. Would he take comfort in knowing that? Probably not. There was no reasoning with him and that was fine. It'd just be a waste of breath anyway.

Unfortunately, he couldn't just ignore it and walk away for he sat outside his den and would surely follow him should he choose to 'avoid' the situation. He wouldn't be avoiding it in the way Artorias would see it, as running away, but actually choosing to not let himself go down that road. It certainly wouldn't look good to Sirius, and he couldn't risk losing what he did have. Once Artorias was done, pausing in wait for some excuse, Grimshaw took a deep breath.

"If you're going to listen to me about one thing in your life, let it be this- it doesn't look good on you, as the future of the hallows, to lose your calm here. Come inside and I'll explain." Grimshaw hardly waited for an answer before standing and walking around him and into his den. Only once Artorias was inside would he continue and tell him things he'd kept to himself.

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