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For this part, it seemed Ico had to recall some piece of information, as his gaze momentarily flitted into the distance. Toad waited for a moment, and then ruddy ears flicked forward as the fox spoke. No idea who his father was- the same as Toad. And 'Oma', who seemed like she might've been an ancestor of Ico, or something like it. For a moment, the mercenary pondered if such a name- Oma- had also come from the three letters of valued people, like Ico's own. These questions were not brought to fruition as he remained quiet for some moments. 

Finally he released a breath and nodded. I see. ...I would've liked to be named as you were. A name with precious meanings that honored past lives was so much prettier than a name like his own, he thought. Toad was quiet after that, expectant of Ico's words, though feeling things might dwindle to a close in their conversation soon.