[Is there a reason they didn't have names...? I seem to remember something about ten thousand years wandering naked on an island, is that related?]
[Jokers never keep their birth names. The demon had one, I don't know what; the dragon didn't, he just hatched all alone and wandered around till he found the demon. And they didn't need names until later, when they were interacting with more people.]
[Okay then,] he says, in a slightly different tone. Ditching your birth name is nothing new to him.
[Yeah, I think so. Curiosity is a very strong impulse for us Bells, and as we know I am undeviating from template.]
[Eh, maybe there isn't one. He's good to have on your side, most of the time. Nasty sense of humour, but funny nasty, not vicious nasty.]
[Yeah. That's Rayne's idea of a nice gesture. I'm upset about our friend dying, but I'm not doing anything about it, so he fakes his own death to make me do something about it. In his mind, that makes sense.]
[Well, it nearly worked, I'll give him that. At any rate, my dead people waiting list cleared four hundred thousand this morning; I don't know how many at once a relevantly sized wish will do, but it's getting to the point where I'm willing to try one even at the risk of wasting some of its capacity.]
[Isn't four hundred thousand dead people at once going to, I don't know, mess things up somehow?]
[You begin to understand the kinds of problems I get to play with. Yeah. I'll be storing them asleep on Titan and waking them up a few at a time.]