The boy looked up, his Gray/Green mixed eyes looking into hers, some light brown hair falling in front of his left eye. "I... Don't have one." He told her, honestly. "I was born a Slave, as were my Parents and theirs before them. But I never met them. And, apparently, I'm not a good slave. Others were picked before me. Probably the whole, not listening to what they tell me to do thing. I was never given a name." He said in a soft, smooth voice.