The angel looked down at him with a measure of softness that was far more empathy than it was pity. "Your name," he said simply, a small, sad smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I have given you your name, Spartan. Of all you have forgotten, it seemed easiest to start there, though if you'd like to remember Greece as she was I could do that for you as well."
He slid his fingers through the vampire's hair, warm and gentle. "It suits, you know. Helios. Your boy's namesake did always find himself attached and beloved of the sun. The two of you could have only been more well matched if it'd been Apollodoros or some such."