" Name?' the man asked, still not looking up, clearly unbothered by the arrival of another convict. He must have seen hundreds by this point.
'Anteros,' said Nate with a grimace. He hated his name.
'Oh!' The man's head shot up, eyes wide with surprise. He appraised Nate for a moment, unabashedly curious. 'You don't look much like your capture.'
'More handsome?'
'Thinner,' said the man critically. 'And you've lost a lot of hair. Cut it yourself?'
'I let the rats I was living with chew it off. I'm told I taste like strawberries. "

― Rebecca Crunden , A History of Madness (The Outlands Pentalogy #2)