The other wight shrugged. "It's kind of a rite of passage. New name, new life."
And shrugged back at her. "You know I've only been a wight for like a week, right?"
"Seriously?" she asked. "And you can already make claws?"
Andy sighed, but decided not to answer. He didn't know what the other wight was looking for here, and nothing he said seemed to be the right sort of answer. After a moment he said, "Fine. What's your new name?"
"I'm thinking about using Y.T.," she told him. "Yours Truly. Whitey. It's a reference to--"
"Snow Crash," Andy broke in.
Y.T. paused, then closed her mouth. "Yeah."
"I read it. Liked it, too. The character association is a little weird, but the name is clever."
"Um. Thank you? Maybe?"
He held up a hand uncertainly, dropped it. "I mean, she's... what? Fifteen? Sixteen? ...in the book. I'm guessing you're a little older. That's all."
"Twenty-five," she told him. "I don't know, maybe I'll decide on something else instead."
"I'm fine with calling you Y.T. for now," Andy said as they reached the main building and stepped inside.
"Thanks, Andy. How old were you?"
He hesitated, then thought, What the hell. "Seventeen."
Y.T. gasped. "Seriously?"
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