Lefébvre, Jacques.
"That's a weird name," Knives remarked thoughtfully. "I can't even pronounce it."
"It's French."
Vash frowned, mouthed the syllables slowly. "French? What's that?"
"Another language. Another way of speaking."
"Really? How many are there?"
"Oh, dozens."
"What's ours called?"
"English."
"So my name is English?"
Vash smirked. "Your name is funny."
"Shut up."
"What's your name, Rem?"
Rem considered the twins, eyes glassy. "It's...a blend."
"Of what?"
"A few different languages."
"They blended them?"
"Of course. Come here, boys, and I'll tell you about a place called America."