#destiny ask

We hid from the Risen, during the day, taking shelter in nooks and crannies of what little remained. During the night, he helped me scavenge, to find anything that would help us to get away, to the safety of the City. He would ask me questions to distract me from my fear, small, insignificant things that would help both of us get to know me better. He asked me several times if I had a name.

I told him that he called me ‘Guardian’ and that was okay. He was the one who told me that he both is and was named ‘Ghost.’ Why would I not be the same?

We agreed, then, that we would pick names for each other. It had to have been the third or fourth day.

On the fifth day, a man found us. More specifically, he found Ghost. He raised a gun to him, where his optic is. I know now that he could have phased away, but I didn’t know it back then.

All I knew was that the one being who helped me, who cared for me, was in danger, and that was something I could not abide. I would not kill if necessary, but if I had to, something deep down inside me would not hesitate. The man thought I was a bandit. Ghost told him I was a Guardian. That I was looking to get away. I told him that if he ever raised arms against my Ghost again, he would not live to see the next breath he tried to take.

Ghost asked me, when the scavenger man had left, where that had come from. To him, it seemed as though I meandered through things in a delicate sort of haze. “It was the truth,” I’d said. I truly had no desire to harm him. But it would have been dishonest to tell him he could continue in his way.

The following night, when we finally found enough of a skiff to make our escape, he told me he’d chosen my name. He used his Light to burn the characters onto a hunk of concrete half buried in the sand. For my name, he’d chosen Miyu. “A gentle truth,” He’d said. “Delicate and honest, just like you said.” He was so confident in his decision, so eloquently explaining it right away. In turn, I dubbed him Tamashii.

“It’s not much different,” I’d said to him, too afraid to look his way. Afraid of rejection, I’m sure of it. “Than the name you have, but I feel like you’re like a spirit who is a part of my soul, so-”

“It’s wonderful, Miyu. Daisukidesu.”