He finally rose from the bench, on the verge of telling her not to apologize, but the name she used made him pause. Erik - why did she call him Erik? He had used a number of different names over the years, but the one he'd always thought of as his original was Bran. Technically he didn't have an actual name, but he needed to be called something.
Why, then, did Erik sound so familiar? Had he used it once before, perhaps?
"Christine..." How did he know that was her name? He didn't know anyone named Christine. He'd never even seen this woman before. The confusion roused his anger, which only flared higher at her objection. "It's mine." The bodies appeared again, a sudden wind picking up and causing them to sway on their branches.
"They are mine, the music is mine - and you, you are mine as well." Bran took a step towards her, his eyes darkening to match the color of the sky.