Hate me for everything I'm saying

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"Speech!"

Grimshaw couldn’t help but let the anxiety and stress weigh down on him until this point. He knew that the others must think ill of him for leaving, likely with Artorias at the helm, stoking the fires or at least keeping the kindling aflame. He couldn’t be sure, but he assumed the Carpathius boy would speak for the lot of them if they all felt the same. He was the heir to the Aegis throne, afterall. Of course, Grimshaw couldn’t be certain that he wasn’t here for his own purposes or the Carpathius’ as a whole. Either way, the answer would still be the same.

When Artorias started to speak, the pressure in his chest grew deeper and stronger for a moment until suddenly it released and a breath suddenly escaped that he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding in. It was a major relief to hear Artorias say all that he did then. Artorias didn’t want to spend his days hating him for the mistakes he’d made and Grimshaw was ever so grateful. He hated himself enough for it, he didn’t need others hating on him more than they already did or were.

”It means a lot to me to hear that, Artorias.” He said through the hug, wrapping his arms around the form of his slightly smaller brother. He pulled the blue boy close for a moment, only to let go as he continued and welcomed him back to the Hallows whenever he may decide. Of course, the Armada would be his home for now...but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t find his way back to the Hallows in the future.

”I hope so, too. I hope that you learn all that you need to lead the Hallow’s in Resin’s light.” A smile flickered over his face, knowing well that Ulric had been leading the Hallows for some time. Following in Ulric’s pawsteps wasn’t the same as following in Resin’s, at least in his opinion. Not that he didn’t appreciate the man for taking over when Resin was ill, but he wasn’t Resin.

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