As he found himself being dragged back into the little Windmill once again, Grant was placed down onto the floor. He could sense the danger of her wanting to end his life right now...It was clear that Grant would not make this out alive unless he somehow explained everything properly. Who knew, but maybe the lesser anger within his soul was enough to save himself from a permanent seizing of his own life. It was incredible how Human life was based upon killing one another, as well as killing what is needn't to be left alive. He looked up, bruising and sweat pouring from his forehead. His temperature was high still, and his body shook slightly. His head hung low as he muttered deeply, knowing what was coming next.

[color=007236]"I'm...guessing you want answers...t-to who I am...and...why the Grim Titan isn't Nira....."[/color]