[Wanderer shakes his head briefly. That was a stupid question to ask. How could this one know?]

A name is... [He stops mid-sentence, noticing the weather is taking a turn for the worse. There is the slightest bit of hesitation before he takes hold of the other's wrist. It feels sturdy and real between his fingers.] ...She never named me either. But it will come to you over time. Perhaps you will think of one yourself, perhaps others will give one to you.

[Lightning strikes into a tree close to them.]

Come.

[Briefly he touches the Vision on his chest. Yeah, he still feels an awful lot. That hasn't changed.]