He slides a glance sideways at Five, expression going, if possible, even more blank. "I haven't remembered anything." Which isn't entirely true, he's had a flash here and there of things with no context-- mostly mission things, he thinks, with the snow and trees-- and he's been told that he has a name. But he doesn't want it. And he certainly doesn't want anyone here calling him that.

"If you need a name. Just pick something. I don't care."