[Memories can be a blessing and a curse at the same time. Something that distorts and corrupts but also something that liberates and makes you feel relief. That not everything is lost, that they are there to keep you grounded to the path you're walking. They can fuel determination, they can convince you to be better.

And he clearely remembers how Kanoa had been dragging him out to the most insignificant pointless events ever.]

You seem to forget something important. [Maybe that is even the most frustrating thing of all.] Your family is still here. There is no need to deny your name because of the past we share.

[Well if it wasn't the most basic form of self-hate.]

That is what I hate the most about you. [About him.] I will not grant you death because of such a weak and petty reason! [He takes the kick in the gut and the other receives a nice anemo-infused punch in return.

And oh, it hurts. Whatever is not inside his chest twists and turns and fuels an almost powerless sort of sadness.]

What is your name?!