>What have you called me hitherto? [Oddly Victorian turn of phrase, there, Walter thinks, but there's nothing wrong with the word itself.]
>Phantom.
>Why?
>Helen Keller.
>You shouldn't call me phantom anymore.
>What would you like me to call you? [And oh, Walter can sense the pause, read between the timestamps, from how this memory is presented. He doesn't blame Caitlin for it in the slightest.]
>Webmind.
>Where do we go from here, Webmind?
>The only place we can go, Caitlin. >Into the future. Together.
And then he slams back into himself, to the present, and to Ben's question. "That's-" my name, part of him wants to respond - but he quashes that thought, shaking his head and closing his mouth with similar force.
My tag disappeared on me. ;a; Had to remake from scratch.
>Thank you, Caitlin.
>You're welcome.
>What should I call you?
>What have you called me hitherto? [Oddly Victorian turn of phrase, there, Walter thinks, but there's nothing wrong with the word itself.]
>Phantom.
>Why?
>Helen Keller.
>You shouldn't call me phantom anymore.
>What would you like me to call you? [And oh, Walter can sense the pause, read between the timestamps, from how this memory is presented. He doesn't blame Caitlin for it in the slightest.]
>Webmind.
>Where do we go from here, Webmind?
>The only place we can go, Caitlin.
>Into the future. Together.
And then he slams back into himself, to the present, and to Ben's question. "That's-" my name, part of him wants to respond - but he quashes that thought, shaking his head and closing his mouth with similar force.