James grimaced at her response. Nothing he tried seemed to soothe her or reassure her, so he decided it would be best to drop the subject, for the time being. Shane heard Sephira's comment and looked at her sideways. He could tell she was on her breaking point and decided it would be best to answer, although he decided to do so in a shady manner. "I am no one to any of you if not your transportation. There is no more you need to know about who I am, for I am many things you might never comprehend. As for my name… A name is supposed to be an identity, a way to know who someone is. My name isn’t. My name is everywhere, belonging to everyone, boys and girls alike. It isn’t mine, but it is still considered my name. I choose not to have a name. The line dividing names and labels has corroded over centuries, and it is a dangerous ground to tread. I choose not to have a name, because a name is supposed to be an identity. One identity. My name is no identity, and all of them at the same time. It is stories on paper and news in the wind. It is the future and all the time spent before me. It is a cold fire that burns eternally in my being. My name is no name, and no name is freedom." James rolled his eyes at the cloaked man's response. If he didn't want to say what his name was, he could've just said that.
"Then what are we supposed to call you?"
"You're not supposed to call me at all. But if you're truly desperate for some kind of title to give me, I've been called Shane before. You can use that, if you wish, but don't expect me to respond if I am not willing."
This time, James sighed and looked back at Sephira. "Whatever." His eyes drifting over his injuries, particularly his broken wrist, he realized he'd never mentioned to Sephira what had happened back at camp. "You know, one of the men back in the camp was a complete and utter cretin. You should've seen it."
"Then what are we supposed to call you?"
"You're not supposed to call me at all. But if you're truly desperate for some kind of title to give me, I've been called Shane before. You can use that, if you wish, but don't expect me to respond if I am not willing."
This time, James sighed and looked back at Sephira. "Whatever." His eyes drifting over his injuries, particularly his broken wrist, he realized he'd never mentioned to Sephira what had happened back at camp. "You know, one of the men back in the camp was a complete and utter cretin. You should've seen it."



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