[ Yato flinches a bit of his own, but keeps crouched on the fence. Staring at Cutter hasn't triggered anything for him the way it's seemed to for Cutter, but sometimes these things take time... He props his cheek on a fist in thought. ]

I might've worn a scarf in my memories. Something was usually around my neck. My hair never felt too long, though...

[ He squints some more at Cutter's face... nope. Still no recognition. ]

Well, I lived for a real long time. And I'm a warrior god, so memory-you sounds like he would've been up my alley. What's your name?