"Well to start with, my real name isn't Arc." Almost halfway through, she returned his question. "You can grip my arm if it helps." Thankfully he hadn't been in the middle of a delicate step in the process the first time she did it, or else it could have made things much worse. It startled him, and he jumped a little, but if she needed to, he would be expecting it again. "My real name is Shinji. I was a student, worked for my dad. He was... in the Xenotech business. Lived in Hiroshima most of my life, but we moved to America when I was twelve. Had a good gig going, really. I didn't have any siblings, but I had friends." While he spoke of the happier moments of his childhood, his thoughts dwelt on the more negative side. He wondered if he should tell her about those times too. After all, she had told him about her pains. Would it be rude to not trust her with the same kind of information? She could use it against him, could tell others. They'd use him. Hurt him. Could he risk it?<br/><br/>Arc shook his head visibly, then continued. "I wasn't supposed to live, really. I had a disease that cut off the communication between my brain and my muscles, one piece at a time. I'd have been dead if it weren't for dad and his work. They saved me. Gave me a chance to live. He had to work really hard from then on, and made some deals i'd rather not discuss just yet. But... when the Fall happened, I lost them. My parents, I mean. They're not dead, just.... lost." This was more evident to others than Arc would have liked to admit to himself, but he was lying to himself. He didn't know what happened for sure, but it didn't take a genius to determine that they were dead.<br/><br/>Arc finished the stitch, then took the scissors and cut the string. "Not bad for an amateur, huh?" He straightened out a little, taking a moment to admire her before blushing and turning away. "You can, uh... you can redress now."