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It takes him a few seconds to put it all together, but it all clicks into place slowly. Firestorm had been a slave, and though he's never heard the word before, he thinks he understands the meaning well enough from the things his friend spoke of. And he can relate, in his own watered-down way; he'd fought his own freedom in a sense, though his only foes had been circumstance and his own inability. He certainly would not want to give it up, after all he's suffered in his efforts to stand by his decision.
Yeah, He says softly, irritation gone now. The feeling that replaces it is one he can't name, but it makes him a little sad, too. I get it. He's silent for a few beats, thinking. So... now that you have a name, you're free for good now, right? No one can take your name. But — A slight frown tugs at his features. Most people have more than one name, I think. I have three — four if you count Ghost.