"Sister, do you know how the nameless creatures are born?" Raya asks her sister curiously.
"I don't know." Riha gives her a sly look. "How are they born?"
"Silly, they aren't born." Raya chuckles. "Those sad creatures… Their names are stripped away from them. They spend the rest of their lives looking for their names. They have no place in the world."
"Then, do they ever find their names?" Riha frowns at her.
"Do they?" Raya smirks. "Can they find something that doesn't exist anymore? All things have a place in the world except for the nameless creatures. They can continue to beg or fight. In the end, they will be found by the gods and destroyed."
"That's sad." The corners of Riha's lips curl down.
"Yes, it is." Raya sighs. "Once a soul loses its true name, it is usually never found."
"Can't it get a new name?" Riha's eyes turn bright. "Can't it find a new place in the world?"
