Child of Honor

She was to be our guest and our escort. I found her reclining in one of the chairs in my kitchen.

"I am blood and shit and that is all you ever need know."

Indigo chided me later, "You never ever ask them their name. Children of Honor have no identity, a name just gets praise for yourself. They consider pride as completely dishonorable. They don't even want you to remember them, if you ask their name it implies you expect them to want glory, which would be vanity, so you're insulting them. "
"Glory is dishonor, got it."
"Believe me professor, if there is any honor, all the honor is in them."