[Well, that certainly was An Attempt at his name. Connor remembers introducing himself to Achilles, too, when they had first met. He remembers the look his Mentor had given him, as if he had just spoken the equivalent of gibberish, though the man had been cordial enough to avoid saying as much — only that he would need a name that was easier to say, that would turn far fewer heads, for those that made their home in and around the city.

So, despite himself, he mercifully offers his adopted name.]

Many people call me Connor. [please leave his name alone…. valiant effort, at least.]

I do not know what any of that means. [Which is not completely true, and his angles his head up just enough so that she might see the peeking his shadowed eyes from beneath his hood. There is a glimmer of confusion there.] Japan is across the sea. The other side of the world.

[He did not sail that far. What is happening?]

This ‘Dark Hour’, is it why your city looks so strange?