[Their expression turns gentle...almost longing...and then flickers back away into that ever-pleasant and tepid expression.]

I might have even told you...if I could remember. I feel like my heart does, but my tongue and ears have not felt the word in so long, they would stumble on it. You may call me as you like, or Milo as I have been known while here...and I will think. Perhaps when I remember, I will tell you. In the meantime, your true name will feel no thorns upon it. Out of the two of us, someone ought to be real.