[It is the sound of a ticking clock that he hears, but meaning forms in his mind as if through the Echo and it speaks his name. His real name.

On rare occasions, he's spoken it himself but feeling it spoken by another being tenses him. Knots of strange emotions snarl in his stomach. Hate, anger, nostalgia, longing...

His face settles in a breezy grin but one hand clenches into a fist.]

Is it?

Oh, I suppose it was. Many, many years ago. Thousands in fact!

'Twas another lifetime. "Amon" is a name I've long since discarded.

[Which still doesn't explain why he calls himself "Fandaniel"]