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Grim and Anakin's relationship hadn't been the same ever since she let slip that she knew what he did on Tatooine. Of course it couldn't be possible, there was no way for her to know that, not a way that Anakin was aware of anyways.
He would occasionally confront her about her secrets and lies after that. He knew she was lying now, and he couldn't trust her the same way anymore. Not when he knew she was clearly lying, and she knew more than she should.
Everyone else seemed to act as if it was normal. Obi-Wan never questioned her when she said something strange about something she couldn't possibly know. Ahsoka, who used to be as confused as he was, had also stopped questioning Grim’s strange way of knowing things once the two had started dating. Did Grim tell her something?
Sometimes Anakin wondered if he was the only one who could see that Grim was clearly lying. Or, if maybe, he was the only one who didn't know something.
He had, of course, overtime gotten used to Grim’s strange behavior and knowledge. Anyone who had been around her long enough had. At some point, they had all just accepted it. Except, after what happened on Mortis and what she revealed to him in the aftermath, he hadn't been able to shake it.
He walked up to Grim one day. “Can we talk?” He asked.
She looked up at him, confusion clearly written on her face. “Sure? What do you want to talk about, Skywalker?”
“Everyone else seems to just accept that you know things that you shouldn't be able to know, but you shouldn't know the things that you do.”
“We've had this conversation before,” sighed Grim. “I just have visions-”
“I have visions, Grim. The way you describe your visions don't match, you know too many details for it to just be visions. Tell me the truth. Do you really just have detailed visions?”
She smiled sadly, “if I said no, would you really believe me?”
His brows furrowed and he frowned. “Yes, I would believe you. Why would you think I wouldn't?”
“Because how I really know things is unbelievable,” she replied. “I wouldn't blame you if you didn't believe me, Master Kenobi didn't when I first told him.”
“What are you talking about? Wait, Master Kenobi knows?”
She nodded. “If I tell you, can you promise me you won't tell anyone?”
“Why?”
“Because it's dangerous, how I know things, and the amount that I know,” she admitted.
This only confused him more. “How would it be dangerous?”
“Anakin, can you promise you won't tell anyone?”
He hesitated for a moment. “Yes, I promise I won't tell anyone.”
“Okay,” she replied. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. For a moment it looked like she entered a miniature meditation state. She opened her eyes again. “I'm from another universe. In my universe, this is all fictional. I've seen everything happen before, both for the past and the future. I've been trying to change things, and make this have a happy ending.”
Anakin stared at her. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to react. “Another universe?” He echoed. The very concept of that in of itself-
She shifted, and her eyes no longer met his. “Yes,” she confirmed.
“And this is just fictional?” He asked, trying to make sense of what she just revealed.
“In my universe,” she said. “But it isn't here, I know that.”
“No, because this is our real lives,” said Anakin. “And we're real people, not just some characters in a holofilm.”
“I know that, Anakin. You stopped being characters-”
“We were never characters. This has never been fiction.”
“In this universe that's true, but in my universe-”
“Your universe doesn't matter here,” he told her, anger was beginning to seep into his voice. “What's been ‘fiction’ to you, has been real to me and everyone else who has lived. This war that's been entertainment for you, has been real for us-”
“I know that!” She snapped. “I know that,” she said quieter. “Anakin, I swear I know that. You aren't a character, this isn't fiction, I swear to you I know that.”
He swallowed. He couldn't look at her the same way. How could he? She had seen his entire life, she knew everything about him, he was only a character to her. Everything he had gone through had been entertainment for her.
He didn't know how to feel. He was angry, but he didn't know why. He focused on what else she had said. “You're trying to change things?”
It seemed she became only more nervous about this. “Yes,” she said, but didn't elaborate further.
“Why?” He asked. Obviously if she was trying to change things then something bad happens in the future, but what? What happened? Why does she feel the need to change this?
“This war doesn't have a happy ending.”
“We lose?”
“The Jedi lose.”
“What does that mean?”
She shifted nervously again. She refused to meet his gaze, and absently fiddled with her Padawan braid. “It's complicated.”
“Complicated how? If the Jedi lose, that means the Separatists win, right?”
“No, it doesn't,” she said. “It means the Sith win.”
“But, the Separatists are run by the Sith, there aren't any Sith in the Republic.”
She laughed. “I wish that was true,” she said. “No, Sidious controls both sides. I thought you knew this.”
He remembered hearing something about Sidious. “He's the Sith the Council has been looking for.”
“Yes.”
“Do you know who he is?”
She doesn't say anything, but he can tell that she knows.
“Grim…”
“I'm sorry, Anakin. If I told you that, then I know you wouldn't believe me.”
“Why wouldn't I-?” He started to ask, but Grim had run off before he could.
He was left standing there alone, unsure how to process what she had admitted to him, and what she had refused to.