Grimm set a gentle hand upon Cheshire's shoulder, and gave it a light reassuring squeeze. 
"[i][b]Things are different now, your not alone and those people, and experiments are either behind you, or dead. Its okay to indulge in what you enjoy I won't tell you to stop, even if it was the reason you ended up here. After all what room have I to judge another about being trapped here? Not to mention the fact I had the distinct pleasure of meeting you[/i][/b]," Grimm said in as gentle a tone he could muster. 

He soon took his hand away his armor making a leathery like sound as he stretched his hand, before letting it rest on his lap. 
When he heard Cheshire's question he drew a blank. He didn't know what he'd do once freed, as he thought he grew deathly silent, as the thoughts of what he wanted escaped his mind. he had never really had any sort of direction in life, for as long as he could remember. He only did what he had to survive. Slowly he folded his hands in front of his face, his glowing white eyes narrowing sadly.

"[b][i]I have nothing to which I desire, but to simply exist. Though even that is bitter as I am alone in the cosmos. For I am the last of my kind in the universe, which is a cold existence, one I would not wish upon my worst enemy. I am alone,[/b][/i]," Grimm said finally his voice was hushed to almost a whisper.