"Why other names hurt?" The Fool repeats X's words back to him with a subtle furrow forming between his brows, which should be indication enough that no, this is a mystery that the Fool doesn't have the answers to. He makes a thoughtful sound, drumming his slender fingers against his chin, then lifts his eyebrows. "No, I am afraid this isn't a question I have an answer for. I'm sorry."

The Fool pushes himself back up to his feet and offers his hand out to X. "Why don't we head back inside the Bridge?" he suggests. "On such a hot day, I think a cold drink would be refreshing, don't you?"