Bokyung considered that, his brows gently pulled together. He found, thinking about them now, that he couldn't remember much about his parents. He'd been old enough to remember them when they'd left for the railroad, but it had been over a decade since he'd seen them.

He reached out and smoothed away the evidence of his writing his name. Then he looked at Goodnight. "I hope you're not hoping I can say any of those names."