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Oh come on, Gwen. It's not that bad. Sekhmet gently strokes the griff-cub. The fiendling is much warmer than a normal person. But her face betrays just how uncomfortable she is with the direction this conversation is going. "Even if, uh, that, uh, were possible, uh, it would be very bad. If you changed my Name, I, uh, wouldn't be the same person anymore. I might not even, uh, be recognizable." She sighs. "Even if you could do it safely, it wouldn't work. There's a prophecy."