Gabriel sighs. "You need to talk to her, John. We can arrange it," he says gently. Martín's shoulders stiffen - names were a one of those complex taboos and this was obviously the first time he's heard Harvestman's, but he stays quiet.

"I don't... want her knowing." He stumbles over every word. Part of him wants to go to Arashi, tell him this is too hard.

Gabriel nods "I won't tell her, that's yours, but it won't be hard to arrange. We'll have to work to find a neutral space for her to feel comfortable in, but it's doable."

Silence follows. Harvestman has made his concessions, any more feels too raw. They could end it right here, go home. He could lie on the cool ground and try not to regret this.

Martín raises his hand slowly. "Uh. Why am I here?"