Funny she should say that, when his past life was lived as a mute. Not that he remembers.

"He has a name. A NAME HE UP AND MOTHERFUCKING HAS, BUT THOSE WHAT AIN'T QUADRANTS AREN'T TO HEAR IT. His motherfucking TITLE is the THE INITIATE. Fraysong," he says. "Names bring identity, little sister. TRAILING BEHIND IT LIKE SO MANY HONKBIRDCHICKS, AN ASSURANCE IN THINE MOTHERFUCKING SELF. But she finds herself identity in the quiet of it." It's part a question, part a simple statement. He awaits for her to deny it.