[Knives stands, but V remains relatively unmoving, either unbothered or uncaring about the other man's attempts to assert himself. But he eventually presses the point of his cane down again, leaning against it, beating back these odd, unwanted memories in his own way. Silently, with careful, careful deliberation.

Memories that would inform the strange way V's addressed him. A "username" flickering at the edges of recollection. A concept both familiar in one life and never used in the other, sitting at odds with each other.

Won't stop him from repeating it, though. Even more enunciated than before.]

Ex Ex... Millions Knives... Ex Ex. Your online moniker that you've been using since "our" high school days. Or so that's how I recall it. Though I know you properly as Nai.