“Why are there so many shadows in the world, Kate? Shouldn’t there be just as much light?”
“I don’t know, August.”
“I don’t want to be a monster.”
“You’re not,” she said, the words automatic, but as she said it, Kate realized that she believed it, too. He was a Sunai—nothing was going to change that—but he wasn’t evil, wasn’t cruel, wasn’t monstrous. He was just someone who wanted to be something else, something he wasn’t.
Kate understood the feeling.