He exhales the brief flash of pain with Mister, but since Ilda cut the name off, it's nowhere near as bad. The exhale turns into a chuckle.]
It's okay. It's okay, Ilda, really. It's a pinch, nothing more. Intent matters; if you don't know what you're doing, it's not as bad as when someone deliberately gives me a name.
[X pauses, then tilts his head in concession.]
Having said that, it... does get a little worse each time, and now that you know, I'd appreciate it if you stopped?
[It sounds a lot more like a question than an order, or even any kind of a statement. X has lived without a name for years, but Ilda's only just discovering it; her feelings are a lot more important.]
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He exhales the brief flash of pain with Mister, but since Ilda cut the name off, it's nowhere near as bad. The exhale turns into a chuckle.]
It's okay. It's okay, Ilda, really. It's a pinch, nothing more. Intent matters; if you don't know what you're doing, it's not as bad as when someone deliberately gives me a name.
[X pauses, then tilts his head in concession.]
Having said that, it... does get a little worse each time, and now that you know, I'd appreciate it if you stopped?
[It sounds a lot more like a question than an order, or even any kind of a statement. X has lived without a name for years, but Ilda's only just discovering it; her feelings are a lot more important.]