[He's so reluctant to take the pad of paper again, but it's such an innocent question. Hound sighs, takes the writing utencils from Bennett again, and begins;]
My name is
[When he sets the pen down on the paper to start the first letter of his name, his arm is yanked by an invisible other, and it makes him draw a line right off of the page. Hound clenches his eyes shut and takes a breath to steady his nerves; he tries again. He sets the pen down on the paper, and just as before, his hand works as a planchette for an unseen force that makes him scribble instead of write.
He stops himself, rips the sheet off and tosses it over his shoulder. He writes on the fresh sheet;]
Hound
[He hands the pad of paper back to Bennett. The Nameless tested something out; he's done writing, now. His lips might be sewn, but his dejected expression can say that much for him.]
no subject
My name is
[When he sets the pen down on the paper to start the first letter of his name, his arm is yanked by an invisible other, and it makes him draw a line right off of the page. Hound clenches his eyes shut and takes a breath to steady his nerves; he tries again. He sets the pen down on the paper, and just as before, his hand works as a planchette for an unseen force that makes him scribble instead of write.
He stops himself, rips the sheet off and tosses it over his shoulder. He writes on the fresh sheet;]
Hound
[He hands the pad of paper back to Bennett. The Nameless tested something out; he's done writing, now. His lips might be sewn, but his dejected expression can say that much for him.]