Oh, this was rich. Without even questioning it, she had accepted that as her name.
But when she asked his name, and he tried to answer, his godly name did not come out. Instead, it felt like his throat was burning inside and being constricted. "P-Pown," he choked out the name that his twin had bestowed upon him, and the horrible sensations went away. He grimaced, and she looked even more confused.
"So, Toxic and... Pown."