She was looking at Logan as she said to Kelpy, “Yes — yes, I do.”
Logan’s smile wasn’t that big, really; yet the room could barely contain it.
“He’s human,” Kelpy said.
Now she gazed at Kelpy again — at this monster. And yet emotion welled within her.
“But I love you too,” she told him. “I’ll always love you for what you did for us...”
“I guess that makes me human too,” he said. A single tear ran down the chalky cheek; then, with a lurch, he sat forward, almost scaring her, Logan’s blue eyes huge in the pale, pale face.
“Am I human, Max?” Kelpy asked with terrible urgency.
But he died, his hand in hers, before she had time to answer.