“You don’t even who know I am.” “The hell I don’t,” Wymack said. “You’re Neil Josten, nineteen year-old recruit from Millport, Arizona. Born March 31st, five-foot-three, right-handed, stick size three. Starting striker for my Foxes and most improved freshman striker in NCAA Class I Exy. “No,” Wymack said, getting louder when Neil started to interrupt. “Look me in the eye and tell me if you think I care who you used to be. Hm?”