Then Nightlight, waiting anxiously, finally whispered in his rarely used and otherworldly voice, “Will my Katherine go Darkling or stay true?” He stood, still and tense, for a long while until a moonbeam brought back the simple answer, the answer that was the truth of everything:
Believe. Believe. Believe, it said.
And for the first time in his endless childhood life, Nightlight cried. He was not sure why he was crying. He could not describe the feeling that brought the tears. It was not happiness or sorrow. It was not good or bad. But it was something just as powerful.