[ To that he tilts his head slightly, meeting her gaze. ]
It was my name before I became the Kahlil. [ The way he says that implies that he doesn't consider it his name anymore. It belongs to another man in his memories. But it's also what Rousma calls him here, because it's what she always called him. It would feel too strange to have him call her Kahlil as he thinks of himself, or even Kyle. ]
No one else calls me that now. I'd rather be known as Kyle.
[ The memories are better, if only because he knows for certain now that they are his. The ones from the time he lived on Earth, in an old house with his own room. Where he got to be near John, and pretend to be as normal as he could manage.
Ravishan belongs to another life, a fantasy. ]
You told her your brother's name was Pietro.
[ He's spoken so much about himself now, but he still only knows bits and pieces of her own history. ]
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It was my name before I became the Kahlil. [ The way he says that implies that he doesn't consider it his name anymore. It belongs to another man in his memories. But it's also what Rousma calls him here, because it's what she always called him. It would feel too strange to have him call her Kahlil as he thinks of himself, or even Kyle. ]
No one else calls me that now. I'd rather be known as Kyle.
[ The memories are better, if only because he knows for certain now that they are his. The ones from the time he lived on Earth, in an old house with his own room. Where he got to be near John, and pretend to be as normal as he could manage.
Ravishan belongs to another life, a fantasy. ]
You told her your brother's name was Pietro.
[ He's spoken so much about himself now, but he still only knows bits and pieces of her own history. ]