[ It's not her name anymore (never was, to be fair), but he can't help it. It's what he's used to. Granted, he's used to having a name, too, but he doesn't carry one anymore. His sentence had been assigned to a blank space, and there's no one around who seems to know what to really call him. (Saul? Perahia? Nothing at all?) He thinks it's more right than not, this way. He is nothing, no one, one among billions, never meant to be anything special. But still, he'd reached for the sun, and in the end, he'd burned more than just himself.
He shakes his head, though he doesn't pull away from her touch. ]
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[ It's not her name anymore (never was, to be fair), but he can't help it. It's what he's used to. Granted, he's used to having a name, too, but he doesn't carry one anymore. His sentence had been assigned to a blank space, and there's no one around who seems to know what to really call him. (Saul? Perahia? Nothing at all?) He thinks it's more right than not, this way. He is nothing, no one, one among billions, never meant to be anything special. But still, he'd reached for the sun, and in the end, he'd burned more than just himself.
He shakes his head, though he doesn't pull away from her touch. ]
I say.