Terezi cringes at the sharpness of his voice. There's a hand at her throat before she can do anything to defend herself. Up into the air, she's lifted. Her feet dangle as she grabs onto his wrist out of instinct. Pain lances through her chest, her bones shifting in ways that she's sure they weren't meant to shift. It hurts to move; it hurts to breathe.

She's so small compared to him. Small and scared, tears beading at the corners of her eyes. She closes them tight, trying to block them from view, but it only makes them spill over and down her cheeks.

"Gave... it to me..." she manages to eke out, nothing more than a coarse whisper with the grip around her throat. It was the truth, as far as she knew. She hadn't asked for it. It had been a gift given to her, a surprise at the time. A pleasant one. One that she had treasured. From that moment forward, there hadn't been a time that she had thought of him with any other name. "...special."