Eos.

[—V repeats, as if testing the name on his tongue might give him an idea of what his world is like.]

I’ve never heard of them, but that’s not so surprising. Do you think you could recite a few lines from their poems… [Tips his cane over to lean on his other leg, then balancing it accordingly. His brow is furrowing, like he’s trying to recall something that’s slipped away.]

…What was your name again?