Some memories get writ on your heart, some get writ on your skin, some get writ on the land itself, but they're all just scars. Records. Ways of remembering.
Names are like scars, he thinks. You get a name, and it's stuck on you, forever and ever. You can only cover up so much, and people will look.
Sometimes the scars are mistakes. Slip of the blade, slip of the tongue, and there you are. Missing finger. Brother-killer. He didn't kill his brother. A'course, he meant to, but then the world exploded. These things happen.
Caine has a good memory.