[Titles and names that indicate lineage are irreplaceable in his world, a importance placed upon them so heavy that some might call it a burden. Much like his Crest, in which society encircled those who showed even the smallest traces of that power in their blood, placing an influence in their empty hands where they would have wielded none before. It is an outdated and classist way of thinking (a naive, simplistic, and too-idealistic stance for someone of royal blood to take; but he had always been too quixotic for his own good), in need of fundamental reform, and to hear Oz dismiss his family name is less an offense than it is an unshackling freedom.]

Dimitri is fine, then. I'm not one for pomp and circumstance, nor lengthy titles, anyhow.

[Eorzea, however, is not a name he is familiar with, and he sounds it in his mind, pretending to roll it off his tongue as practice.]

Sorry, but I've never heard of Eorzea. I-- [The logic of this dream is hazy but simultaneously allows for quick understanding of the situation. The suspension of disbelief does wonders for accepting an odd new reality.] If you've never heard of Faerghus, have you heard of Fódlan? I would suspect not, given that I have never seen anyone of your... Er.

[Hm.]

...physique before.