"Special," agrees the other, black-eyed boy. He notices something's wrong when Kurt answers that way, but there's just a fleeting concern on his face. He doesn't pry. He isn't, of course, brave that way. Instead, he distracts himself by swinging his tail, prodding at some stuff nearby. Something like a dandelion clock, newly sprung from the recently thawed earth. The planets' way of telling them that life continues.

He looks up when Kurt tries to deny the truth of himself. And smiles a little, his sharp teeth peeking out through blue lips. He doesn't say, I knew you would say that, but he might as well have.

"You can endure, but the others will have to fight. You'll be able to help them, won't you? Will you tell them?"