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>"...Then I would like to be known as Arthur." (+2 STR, +3 SOUL, ???)
It takes less than a second for you to choose your name. Truthfully, you're already halfway through the sentence before you realize you're speaking at all.
It's a disconcerting feeling, but–
"Arthur."
Your master's voice cuts through the strange mist that pollutes your mind, clearing your thoughts to focus wholly on her. There's a considering tone to the way she says your name; testing, almost rolling it around her mouth.
Were you still alive, you might have felt a thrill at the thought. Some touch of happiness. Even now, as an undead, you should've been able to feel <span class="mu-i">something</span> upon being gifted a privilege like a name, no matter how dull and diluted the sensation of emotion might be for you.
But when she says it, all you feel is a heavy weight.
"Arthur," she says again. You suppress the urge to shudder–and even that sends alarms ringing through your mind. You take a breath, preparing to speak; perhaps even to retract the name, and replace it with something else.
"I like it," she says at last, and that's that. Your mouth shuts with a click, and you continue your journey through the forest at a steady pace. Unaware of the alien turmoil roiling within your mind, Lady Alice continues to speak, her voice a little firmer now that some semblance of life is beginning to return to her.
"Not too many people adopt the name of Arthur these days, you know? Why did you choose it?"
<span class="mu-i">I remembered it.</span> "I searched the imprint archives, my Lady. It simply stood out to me."
She gives a pleased hum. "Oh? That's good news. I wasn't sure if they'd… be intact."
Reminded of your rough make, your master deflates a little, shoulders hunched as she shrinks in on herself. "I… must apologize for your difficult birth, Arthur. You've performed wonderfully; once again, thank you. I'll try to fix you up once this is over."
