No naming system seems to work, but the more Rutile tries, the worse the soul-deep pain becomes; by the time they suggest remaining nameless, he's unconsciously gripping his side, face twisted and breathing laboured. It takes him a moment to answer.

"I had a name," he says. "I remember having a name. Everyone called me that name, I remember it, it's -- it's right there, but I can't --"

He's on the verge of panicking again, and he remembers what Rutile said, about how it's easier for them to help if he stays calm, and so he takes another three deep breaths before trying again. "I can't remember what my name was. That's why I'm scared. I can't remember it at all. And now, every time I try to guess what it is... every time you try to guess what it is... it hurts."