First he stared at Twilight. Then he stared at the bubbly pink pony princess. Then he stared back at Twilight. Then he put weight on his ankle and decided that...you know? He was okay with this.

"I don't know what you remembered, but back...home?" Was it home? Close enough for conversations like this. "It would take us hours to get fixed after battles. I wish we had this. It would've saved us a lot of tim- oh, I'm-"

There is a long pause.

"-apparently Tsurumaru."

Unlike the other unsure moments he was pretty okay with the name part, actually, the more he thought about it the more he thought it actually worked well. It was him. The other name chaffed.