Helen
*Having rolled a 6 on a 1d14, the winding road seems to approach dunes. Dark material arches through the sky, with cracked segments glowing a bright blue. Whether they're minerals or organic, they're beautiful... As well as somewhat unsettling.*

*When he gets past the dunes, he arrives on a beach with black sand, serene waters reflecting what appears to be a moon in the horizon, and black boulders of a similar material to the arches. And, of course, the hooded figure is there.*

*No weapons. No fancy magic. Just a normal conversation. Hopefully, she holds the agreement up on her end. He slowly walks up to her, shuts his eyes, and listens to the waves alongside her.*
Franklin
"....You have arrived."

*Silax spoke, breaking the silence between the two. She didn't move, barely even turning her head to look at him. She mostly kept her gaze on the water.*

"What shall I call you?"
Helen
"Haven't decided yet." *He does think he has an idea, but he'll need to do some research on it when he gets home.* "I'll let you know when I do. For now, though, Dado's fine."

"What about you?"
Franklin
"Silax... A name with no importance. Just something a Nobody can latch on to. Does one no good without some form of identity... I tell you my name, in hopes we could maybe, one day, be friends." 

*This was out of character for how she normally acted in-front of him and others.*
Helen
*Friends? Could this be a trick? Xion was insistent on Organization XIII being evil. They threw "Odin" At her and Ika, before her joining. Sir Icidro said his impression of them was a league of assassins. The one white-haired murder hobo was a member.*

*She did explain that he was punished and is no longer a member. They're not even supposed to leave their home now, presumably to avoid further incidents. She referred to Organization XIII as her family. His impression of them is supposedly due to "Mistakes of the past".*

*A realization strikes him. Of the words she said, none of those were the important ones.*

*"A shoreline with calming waters, and can be used to talk... And think."*

*He turns his head towards her, and her demeanor confirms it. It's less showy, more relaxed. She didn't just take him to some arbitrary meeting place. She took him to __her spot.__*

*Filled with emotion, he quickly turns away, shy of his tear ducts welling up. He smiles.*

"Nice to meet you, Silax." *A beat passes.*

"You know, the only importance any name has is what we give it. Since you've latched onto it... I figure that makes it important, yeah?"