[On the one hand, the Pale King was practically a being of legend now, a higher being of such myth and power that his image had been left all across Hallownest. His legacy, though faded now and crumbling away, was still there, still awe inspiring.

... On the other hand, he'd be a big fat liar if he said he wasn't actually incredibly intrigued by Grimm's absolute lack of fucks about the guy]

You seem to have known him quite well.

[A pause]

.... Much to your regret, it might seem. You don't believe his pride was warranted?