He asked for his name, when we first met by the graves. Insistent that he'd done some horrible wrong in a life he couldn't quite remember. Insistent that I was wise enough to tell him his truths, when he learned my name.
...
[He leans further into his pillow. Exhausted.]
I couldn't lie to him. But he let me provide a nickname, to at least fill the void.
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[Cruel, perhaps, given their surroundings.]
He asked for his name, when we first met by the graves. Insistent that he'd done some horrible wrong in a life he couldn't quite remember. Insistent that I was wise enough to tell him his truths, when he learned my name.
...
[He leans further into his pillow. Exhausted.]
I couldn't lie to him. But he let me provide a nickname, to at least fill the void.