"My name," he echoed quietly, his voice and eyes showing nothing but wonderment. He tried to remember, but he could not. "They much taken it from me. When I was too young to understand why." he shook his head, his thoughts fractured and his words more candid and open than he would dream of being with anyone but Russell.
"From the first moment that my masters had considered me potentially suitable for turning, they would given me a different name. A vampire could never have been allowed me to keep the name of the Sun God. Not in Sparta..." he trailed off.
For a moment Carrick wanted to know what else the angel could see, what other memories he could draw, but the knowledge of his name, lost for so many centuries, was almost overwhelming.