The name echoed briefly in him, endless sacrifice to make a single person happy. He didn't think that was what he was like. Maybe he was wrong. He would have done anything for Rhys. But it had helped him find himself, not lose that.

He wasn't a person. He wasn't just a spirit, either.

"I don't know. If I thought I knew who I was, I would know who I was." For a spirit like him, thought was action was being.