Walter considers that, frown settling back in on his face.

"And fought?" he asks, catching on to the tone in 'met'.

"That... that sounds terrible." Since it seems more like they were never given one, rather than them just not picking any for themselves.

"To have all that identity, but none of it yours. Nothing you can think of as your own, anyway."

Any parallels to their own situation do not get swept aside, as he eases Ben over to the bike.