   “It’s Grief, but humans call me Cassius. You can, too,” he says, smile widening at the confirmation. “It’s okay that you don’t remember. It’s been a while since we’ve met face to face like this.” Or, at least, Cassius thought so. Time was a pretty flexible concept for Cassius, different from how he suspected it was for something physical like Bastion. Certainly from his perspective it had been a long time, anyway. “How have you been?”
   "Alright, Cassius then. Humans call me Bastion, in case you forgot." He feels better, actually knowing what to call the other. It's reassuring for him to have something to call him. "I've..." Bastion had no idea how he'd been, actually. It'd been a long time since he took a moment to actually stop and think about it. "I'm... I'm good, I think. My sister and I've been the same as ever, I'd assume." Of course he would, nothing seemed out of the ordinary for the two of them, well, as ordinary as they could get. "And you?" Today is a lighter day, even if he particularly didn't care, he figures it appropriate.Â
