He is. [ He will be, he was. But he doesn't want to speak of things in past tense, not yet.

He'll be a memory, one day. But he's not unused to that; the Ekkehardt who Grimm had met before this is a memory too, a ghost of someone who no longer exists, who stopped existing a decade and more past. ]

If you'd like to get to know me, I'm not against it. [ His smile is faint, and a little vulnerable. ] I'm not terribly interesting, but I won't deny you. I admit I'm curious about you, as well.