[It sounds as though stealing a true name is an awful lot like stealing a soul. Some kind of culmination of their being, a core of identity without which they're just... lost.]
Where do you think a stolen name goes? Written down in a book? In a bell jar, like a soul?
[Sorry Syrlya, he's kind of asking. But more in a brainstorming way than expecting an informed answer way.]
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[It sounds as though stealing a true name is an awful lot like stealing a soul. Some kind of culmination of their being, a core of identity without which they're just... lost.]
Where do you think a stolen name goes? Written down in a book? In a bell jar, like a soul?
[Sorry Syrlya, he's kind of asking. But more in a brainstorming way than expecting an informed answer way.]