...you have one. One you chose for yourself. I don't know why you forgot it, but to me you're 'Hani'.

[ Sinclair leans forward, cups Hani's cheeks. Close. Warm. Ah. He doesn't like this at all. But Hani hadn't changed without their name. Not like--]

The memories of Hani are warm and sad, wonderful and strange. I told you that day names carry memories. What name do you think I was talking about then?