Eight
It was with dim surprise that he saw the fragments fall out of the thing's body, and he scooped them up almost out of instinct more than anything else. He stared at the gleaming bauble with a strange sense that he ought to be doing something.
"My name is..." he hesitated. For some reason giving it felt personal and intimate, and he didn't want to, but he did: "Taym," he said uncomfortably.
Not his real name. But more real, as it were, than his actual real name. More himself.
from the hydra's body!]
