If V hadn't wanted to give a different name, Wren would have made it work. They would have made themself make it work, no matter how difficult. They were also just ... trying to think of Vivienne as little as possible, here.

Her powers were only really a burden to her. Even trapped, how free would she feel, being able to rest easy for once and not have the literal demon that was plaguing her? To not have to worry about losing control and manifesting nightmares? She wouldn't settle, she'd work on a way to free them, but for a little while she would get to be free.

"Thank you," Wren said, picking up how much he really didn't like to use that name, the generosity of giving it anyway to help Wren with their discomfort. They didn't know who they could trust yet, who could be listening in, but- Wren resolved that as soon as they thought they could trust someone here, they'd tell V at least about the superhero thing. Not that it did much good or was much of a secret here without any powers, but. Truth deserved truth. "Vincent. Got it."