...I understand. He took your name, the way he took Nanashi's memories.

[ Sinclair murmurs, his brow furrowing. He presses a light kiss to Hani's forehead, trying to hold himself strong. Flickers of anger burn keenly at the edges of his heart, but it's not at anyone in reach here. Rather...]

...I want you to feel like Hani fits you the way Hayanari didn't again. So you can remember the ways all the different people you love said your name.