It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand—a boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either.Just as I am not human, and not demon either, Tessa said softly.His eyes softened. You are human, he said. Never think you are not. I have seen you with your brother; I know how you care for him. If you can feel hope, guilt, sorrow, love—then you are human.