The Night Of Swords

"Who cut me up?" He's panicked now that he knows someone hurt him. "Why was I tied up? What happened to me?"

 

Mutt doesn't want to answer him, but can't come up with anything else to say. They stand in incriminating silence.

 

"...Mutt. what did you do?" Legion crosses her arms.

 

"Nothing!" they protest, but the way Legion is looking at them makes them uncomfortable. "...I cut up Mica's wings. He was bad."

 

"I was a bad person?" He's distressed, shrinking into himself. "What did I do?"

 

"You're not Mica. Don't worry about it." Legion answers automatically.

 

"But what if I hurt someone? What if they want to hurt me back? Like - like -"

 

"I'm not going to hurt you. You're not Mica."

 

He looks down but then nods slowly, accepting Mutt's answer. "I don't know where I'm - where Mica was from. Where can I go?"

 

"Well, you're here now. That seems like a pretty good start." Legion crosses her arms, expression stoic. "What do you say, Mutt. Are we keeping your new... brother? Showin' him the ropes?"

 

"Maybe we should name him Odysseus. You know. "I'm Nobody"?"

 

"...don't be such a fuckin' nerd, Even." Legion snorts.

 

"Yeah! He can stay with us," Mutt agrees.

 

He looks confused. "It seems a little long."

 

"How about just. I don't know. None? Nothing? Nada?" Even hums.

 

"He's not nothing. He's right here."

 

"Yeah, but he's not a whole person, yet." Even shrugs

 

He frowns. "I'd rather not be called 'Nothing' when I am a whole person. But..."

 

"Well. What's a good name, for now? You can always switch it later."

 

He shrugs. "I don't know. I just don't want to be called Nothing, and I don't want to be called Mica."