Zanka knew of Guest's disdain for his middle name, having found the letter from his parents when they were both kids. Seventeen year old Guest punched him that day, all because Zanka had continuously called him Rose. He should've known better, his guilt still laid on heavy over it. Still made him wonder if he should've kept it to himself that he read it. The torn letter still ran through his mind, blood dripping from his nose as he looked at young Guest. The same one who had no idea how to control his emotions, or vital instrument. The same one he had poked at for not being able to say the word 'staff'. His guilt was still heavy.

Guest had told him later that year why he didn't want to be called 'Rose'. He promised himself that the only person to call him that would be someone he loved. Not like a parent, not like a friend. But like a partner. Only the person that Guest deemed worthy of calling him 'Rose' would get to. And Zanka would never admit it, not until the time felt right. Who knew when that would be.

Zanka was quick to the rooftop, finding Guest sitting on the same spot their mentors had. Enjin and Minnie, they were now dating, engaged actually. And Zanka knew how Guest looked up to Minnie. One leg was pulled up to his chest, staring out in the distance before he caught the sound of footsteps, his head turning to meet Zankas eyes.

"Guest, can you tell me again why you don't like being called 'Rose'?"