I spoke truly, my friend.

( he has yet to tan, but his skin is perhaps less deathly pale, and now holds a living temperature. he breathes by necessity rather than a desire to speak. he still does not seem a teenage boy — none have his composure and poise and the surety of self, but he is unequivocally human. )

I cannot say how or why. I do not believe the others of my kind were affected thusly. This is mine and mine alone.