[ John likes exactly nothing of this conversation or situation as it is. There isn't much that could make him like it less.
The answer to his question, however, at least is... It hits up against the wall of frustration, and John can accept it, even if he doesn't care for it, sighing again through his teeth. It isn't as though he'd had his own name when he first awoke, nor did he want to take his own name back when he'd remembered it. So fine. Might as well be like that. ]
No.
[ As to being asked to give a name...? Uh. Hm. The hesitation no doubt ripples through him visibly in the rustle of fabric as it seems to shake itself out of that sense of surprise, the coil of tendrils like the shifting grip of an uncertain hand. But: fine. John drifts to almost pace a few steps (or what might have been steps but for the manner of his movement), considering this nameless wanderer from head to toe and back. ]
A name is a statement of identity. [ He isn't sure if he means it conversationally or not, but he continues. ] It can be falsified or chosen. A wanderer with no purpose or destination... I can give you a moniker in time, but I wouldn't presume to give you a name. [ He'd... picked his own because he'd liked the sound of it. Every mask he as the King had worn came with purpose. ] If that's acceptable.
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The answer to his question, however, at least is... It hits up against the wall of frustration, and John can accept it, even if he doesn't care for it, sighing again through his teeth. It isn't as though he'd had his own name when he first awoke, nor did he want to take his own name back when he'd remembered it. So fine. Might as well be like that. ]
No.
[ As to being asked to give a name...? Uh. Hm. The hesitation no doubt ripples through him visibly in the rustle of fabric as it seems to shake itself out of that sense of surprise, the coil of tendrils like the shifting grip of an uncertain hand. But: fine. John drifts to almost pace a few steps (or what might have been steps but for the manner of his movement), considering this nameless wanderer from head to toe and back. ]
A name is a statement of identity. [ He isn't sure if he means it conversationally or not, but he continues. ] It can be falsified or chosen. A wanderer with no purpose or destination... I can give you a moniker in time, but I wouldn't presume to give you a name. [ He'd... picked his own because he'd liked the sound of it. Every mask he as the King had worn came with purpose. ] If that's acceptable.