Chizuru. He repeats the name in his head, the concept. A thought of his own rising in his throat, and he's sure of it. A name, Chiziru. A name, his name--

"I'm..." It's slow, a moment spoken after she does about the sea. His gaze lingering elsewhere as he searches for the right way to form what he wants to say, to get it out. "My name is-- Robby. It's Robby."

Robby Keene. He can hear it clearly now inside his own head, remember his own face. Homeless, distant from others; a guy not as secure in life as he'd like to recall on, but it's something. A feeling.

A time that's gone. He doesn't linger on it, a small tug of his lips aside.

"It's good to meet you. Chizuru."