[a small, put-upon sigh] Explaining magic to mortals is so tiresome... Every being has many names. The name they're born with. The name they're given. The names they choose, and that others choose for them. And then there is the name that Fate calls them by. The one on the label below where God has pinned your wings to His corkboard. The name that holds your power. That is your True Name.
[He recoils in disgust. How? How could it be that Fate itself has labeled him as a number? More horrifying is that he believes it. But who is he supposed to take it up with now? God?]
[He slows. His fist clench at his sides. The words Ava spoke to him come floating back. It's the reverse this time. Much as he would like to throw a punch, he knows it will change nothing.
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That is not my true name. You are not entitled to my true name.
Consider yourself informed.
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If that's true then what is yours?
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What's the matter? Afraid I'll announce it to the entire ship?
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If that's the way you see it.
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I don't extend anything to anyone. I simply do as I please. Nothing more. Nothing less.
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You aren't above anyone. You are the lowest of us. I almost pity you.
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Feel better?
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I trust you'll use Mr. Smith from now on.
[Not waiting for a reply, he will simply brush past the Captain on his way out.]
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He keeps walking.]