“My name… my name is Halo.” “Figures. Some shit like that fits you.” “What does that mean?” I wondered aloud, furrowing my brows in the process. That hadn’t been in the studies of behavior, expressions, and logic. “Shit, really. Your mother was spot on when she named you. It fits you,” he clarified. “How so?” Surprisingly, I challenged, still not understanding. “Alecic. Soft-natured. Gentle. Fragile. Mild-mannered. I’d use those words to describe what’s in front of me. Their relation to an actual halo isn’t coincidental. The name suits you.” “You just met me.”
