[ There are names for the self and then there are names for the rest of the world. Ephemera huffs a little, almost but not quite smiling. The expression looks strange with his scars, and harsher than he intended. ]
You'd be surprised. Some people are touchy about that.
[ He inclines his head slightly. ]
Mine's Ephemera. And no, I did not pick it.
[ He's kept it, though. Gone by other, worse things over the year, and now he's back to where he started. ]
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You'd be surprised. Some people are touchy about that.
[ He inclines his head slightly. ]
Mine's Ephemera. And no, I did not pick it.
[ He's kept it, though. Gone by other, worse things over the year, and now he's back to where he started. ]