["Hey softie, who gave you the name 'Vivian'?"]
The sword spirit asked in Vivian's head, his voice full of clear disdain.
'Why?' Vivian asked.
He kept walking down the long hallway toward the parliament room where the conference would take place.
His steps slowed a little.
He was nervous, because no matter what they decided inside that room, the result would be a war.
And in that war, he knew he had to fight.
He wanted to stand on the front line so he could kill every one of the Tramplins with his own hands.
While he was thinking about all this, the sword spirit snorted loudly in his head.
["What a girly name. Whoever named you must be a woman."]
The spirit's guess was correct.
Vivian's mother was the one who came up with his name.
She took the Vi from her husband's name, Vined, and used it for Vivian.
She did the same for his little brother.
The Ed from their father's name became Edward, the name of the younger son.
