It continues to puzzle me how wonderful little ficlets like this one can go so long with a big, fat zero in the review column. Didn't anybody else notice the heartbreaking honesty in this? Wasn't anyone else moved to comment on exquisite lines like these:

And for a moment, I consider answering him, telling him about the agony and the fire and the ice that turned me from lava to stone, but I discard that, because he wouldn't have understood.

So I speak to him in a language he *does* understand. I stop beside him and say, quietly, "Because, Logan, because I can."

I walk away without giving him time to respond, and as I do, my eyes feel like marbles: cold and clear, and empty as glass.

Apparently not. Personally, I couldn't stand to let something this good go unheralded. So I didn't. --Wendie