What is a name?
My clan, my heart, my life.
He nags to me cast it off as if I were merely tossing out ruined shoes.
I ken that the old guy speaks true, but it rends my spirit.
Unlike him I am not so old that I have forgotten who I was. Who I am.
But of course he is right. Damn him.
I am soul weary of being a danger to my friends. I thought to set them aside, but I need them.
So, while I call myself by a stranger’s name, I will still be me.