He could be the monster, if that kept others human. August had killed Harker so that Kate wouldn’t have to. He hadn’t relished the murder, but it wouldn’t stain his soul, not the way it would have hers. It hadn’t been just about the sinner in the end, it was about the sin itself, the shadow that ate away a human’s light. And August wasn’t human. He wasn’t made of flesh and bone, or starlight. He was made of darkness.
