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Elias nodded quietly and slowly chewed his food, his mind still awakening. After a moment, he swallowed and paused, sstaring blankly at his plate. [color=royalblue]"I think you've missed the point of being a Grimm."[/color]

Elias stood and moved towards the cabinet on the other side of the room, pulling a bottle of whiskey from the lower shelf and uncorking it, taking a long swig before growling at the burning sensation it brought.

[color=royalblue]"Grimms rise to the occasion, no matter the challenge,"[/color] Elias said, turning to face his partner. [color=royalblue]"When no ordinary human could fight them, we rose to fight the Wesen. We became the Reapers of Monsters, slaying what ordinary folk couldn't. When Wesen used disguises to fool us into thinking they were human, we learned how to see through the disguises. When the Wesen used magic, we did the same. When any foe stands opposite us, we learn its ways, and we strike it down."

The Grimm slid onto the bed, taking another swig of whiskey. "Elinora is an obstacle,"[/color] Elias stated. [color=royalblue]"Instead of trying your rebellious methods, try figuring out what she wants and playing her game. Then you might be able to win."[/color]