[The Pale King had never once felt a thing in his life. It was natural for a Wyrm to not possess feelings for they had no need of them. They only thing one could say of them was that they all possessed an undying curiosity for the surrounding world. The Pale King had just been more obsessed.
The world of bugs was of one mind, of base instincts but it could be so much more. It could shiny brilliantly and thrive if he ruled. So he tore down the Radiance and sealed her away in her own dreams, taking the throne for himself. Hallownest was born from his efforts.
But the Radiance would not remain silenced. In her anger she inflicted a plague upon bugkind and in his desperation, the Pale King turned to the Abyss and the White Queen. He seeped his children into that black water and discarded them when they did not meet his standards. Even the Pale King could not say how long he was in the Abyss, creating and throwing away his failures until he finally, finally created the Hollow Knight.
That, he supposes, was the moment those feelings began to bloom. He personally oversaw their growth and life as closely as he could and grew to know them more then just the Vessel that would hold back the Radiance.
And one day when he was looking over his plans for the Seal, the Pale King asked himself if he truly wanted to go through with this.
(The answer had been no.)
He could not go through with that either, yet could not fight the pain in his heart. And so the Pale King sealed all he felt behind blades, thorns and his Kingmoulds. He put it where he could not go back and retrieve it, gouged a line in stone rather then sand. He withdrew all that he offered the Hollow Knight and kept their relationship distant at best.
But here they both are, in a forest with another Vessel that had somehow survived. What the Knight had intended with forcing the Pale King to touch the Hollow Knight had not gone over his head. He still could not feel but he could still put two-and-two together.
They cannot force something that does not exist, however.
(It does not exist, he tells himself.)
The Pale King folds his hands and merely watches the two Vessels together. It is not out of disapproval or he would say as such...and expect that the tiny Vessel would not listen to him. It is curiosity yet again, to see what they would do now.]
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The world of bugs was of one mind, of base instincts but it could be so much more. It could shiny brilliantly and thrive if he ruled. So he tore down the Radiance and sealed her away in her own dreams, taking the throne for himself. Hallownest was born from his efforts.
But the Radiance would not remain silenced. In her anger she inflicted a plague upon bugkind and in his desperation, the Pale King turned to the Abyss and the White Queen. He seeped his children into that black water and discarded them when they did not meet his standards. Even the Pale King could not say how long he was in the Abyss, creating and throwing away his failures until he finally, finally created the Hollow Knight.
That, he supposes, was the moment those feelings began to bloom. He personally oversaw their growth and life as closely as he could and grew to know them more then just the Vessel that would hold back the Radiance.
And one day when he was looking over his plans for the Seal, the Pale King asked himself if he truly wanted to go through with this.
(The answer had been no.)
He could not go through with that either, yet could not fight the pain in his heart. And so the Pale King sealed all he felt behind blades, thorns and his Kingmoulds. He put it where he could not go back and retrieve it, gouged a line in stone rather then sand. He withdrew all that he offered the Hollow Knight and kept their relationship distant at best.
But here they both are, in a forest with another Vessel that had somehow survived. What the Knight had intended with forcing the Pale King to touch the Hollow Knight had not gone over his head. He still could not feel but he could still put two-and-two together.
They cannot force something that does not exist, however.
(It does not exist, he tells himself.)
The Pale King folds his hands and merely watches the two Vessels together. It is not out of disapproval or he would say as such...and expect that the tiny Vessel would not listen to him. It is curiosity yet again, to see what they would do now.]