He rubbed his chin, thoughtfully. The first thought that entered his mind was that Blue and him were a little similar in that regard; he had always been Gilbert, but not always a Nightray. His biological family, if he ever had one, was a mystery to him.

"Your people?" But all this pegged another question. "Did you ever think that may be why the Porter brought you here?"

Without giving it too much thought, it seemed plausible. Most of the imPorts were the costume-wearing sort. They had experience protecting others.