"Ain't angry with you. Jesus." They do put their head into their hands, though, resting against their upraised knees from the crouch they've been in this whole time. Thinking peaceful origami thoughts. "I haven't lost it. I just can't use it. Maybe someday. But I ain't that guy anymore, either, so. Maybe a new name is fine."

They look back up finally. "I'm sorry you lost your name. That's. That's really shitty." This time, it is actual sympathy, instead of simple placation.