The past week had had enough in it to drive any normal person insane. But he wasn't "normal", at least, not compared to the rest of Eorzea. Kage kept telling him the "importance of a name", but it really didn't mean anything to him.Â
First, a name was simply a title given to refer to something. The same would apply to people.
Second, names could change. Why place so much importance on something that wasn't consistent?
Third, he didn't even know his given name, let alone his title or family name from Garlemald. If he didn't know that, then why bother with "personal" names at all?
He got by just fine having people call him "Merc", and that "name" had come to grow on him. Recently, he'd also taken on the "name" "Franz nil Renatus", making something more...Garlean out of recently events.
There was one name he feared, however. He couldn't even bare to . Even the name felt as cold and heartless as the person it referred to. He had asked her for a favor that night, and while she answered, it was at the cost of his freedom. Surely, she only assisted him because it would bring benefit to her. He expected to be contacted with a sun, given some type of task to make up for using her time. He could only imagine her reaction as she learned of where he was living.Â
Looking around the room, he was glad he learned how to bring things through the aether. A furnished room was much nice. He'd barely made his way to the bed before he passed out on top of it.
First, a name was simply a title given to refer to something. The same would apply to people.
Second, names could change. Why place so much importance on something that wasn't consistent?
Third, he didn't even know his given name, let alone his title or family name from Garlemald. If he didn't know that, then why bother with "personal" names at all?
He got by just fine having people call him "Merc", and that "name" had come to grow on him. Recently, he'd also taken on the "name" "Franz nil Renatus", making something more...Garlean out of recently events.
There was one name he feared, however. He couldn't even bare to . Even the name felt as cold and heartless as the person it referred to. He had asked her for a favor that night, and while she answered, it was at the cost of his freedom. Surely, she only assisted him because it would bring benefit to her. He expected to be contacted with a sun, given some type of task to make up for using her time. He could only imagine her reaction as she learned of where he was living.Â
Looking around the room, he was glad he learned how to bring things through the aether. A furnished room was much nice. He'd barely made his way to the bed before he passed out on top of it.
