Bow (2)

Dyon shook his head. "No, it's very important. Names define us. If your ancestors didn't carry the name Sapientia, and mine didn't carry the name Sacharro, would either of us be in this situation?" 

"Another unimportant truth… What is, is, and what has been is long gone. There's no such thing as what could have been… What could have been simply isn't. Nothing more, nothing less." 

Dyon shook his head once more. "Humans are a constant reflection of their past. To assume it to be meaningless only leads to an uncontrollable cycle, your Fate will never be your own if you think like this. 

"… Also… Humans can be thankful of their past too." Dyon looked deeply into Oshire's eyes. "Even if the choice was presented before me, even knowing what would happen here today, I would never give up the Sacharro name to become a Sapientia." 

Oshire sighed, feeling as though Dyon had made his answer clear.