"Name? Name," he rolled the word around on his tongue. "I am Boy. And all I seek is knowledge. I am no threat," he said easily. He seemed hurt. "Why do you think I am so dangerous?" he asked, frowning. "I have done nothing. Am I to be punished for a crime I have not committed?" His chin trembled, gray eyes clouded. "Just because, because I, what? I speak not so well, I look different?" He frowned deeply, suddenly angry. "You judge me for that? You think I am a threat, for that?" He sneered and spat, "Yelshivic. You are all alike." The word he had said was a harsh, guttural one. It fit with his accent---probably from his native language.