He shrugs again, choosing silence and letting that weigh heavy around them. It feels easier than arguing. Besides arguments were never something he was skilled at. No one let him argue about much of anything.

"You keep using it." he says quietly after a few more paces. "That name. You keep using it even though--..." And it's like a light gets switched on inside his head.

"Your optimism is going to get you killed one day."