Part 1 - Fitz
Something coursed through Fitz as he stared at the ocean, into the deep murky waters that had consumed her. It wasn't just fury. Oh no, things would be much simpler if it was just fury. The storm of emotions he felt raged throughout his body like the Everblaze. Anger was just one of them. The grief, guilt, horror, sorrow and despair were so overwhelming he stumbled and nearly collapsed. Two strong hands caught him before he hit the ground. He could barely make out Alvar through the blur of tears clouding his vision. His big brother handed him a handkerchief and helped him stand up. An emptiness rose inside of Fitz as he stood up, wiping his eyes. A cold, dark void sucking away the joy in his present. Oh no, the anger was the least of his worries.
Part 2 - Biana
No one had seen Biana Vacker in 3 days. She hadn't left her room since reading that letter from the Council, declaring that Sophie and Dex were dead. This was because of her. If she had just been honest with Sophie, told her what started their friendship, but it was not what it turned out to be. Or just kept that idiot Stina away from them. The first thing I'm going to do when I leave this room, Biana decided, is punch that curly-haired freak in that ridiculous little sneer of hers. Maybe wipe it off for good. But she wasn't leaving her room anytime soon, much less visit the school bully. She was buried in the mound of tissues that used to be her bed, crying for a friend who would never return. And Dex, too. They had had their differences and conflicts in the past but he was still a friend. She just hadn't realized it sooner. So there she sat, sobbing into her pillow, wishing Sophie would know she meant the last thing she said to her: I really am your friend, Sophie.
Part 3 - Keefe
Keefe stared at his plate, picking at his porcarot pie, just wishing his misery was over. Sophie was dead. The girl he liked, dead. He didn't feel any less sad about Dex's passing either. "Keefe." A stern voice pulled him away from his train of thoughts. He looked up to see his father glaring at him. "Eat your dinner, boy. You can't starve yourself because you're still mourning about that girl."
"What do you care?" Keefe muttered. "What was that?" Lord Cassius demanded. "Oh nothing, I was just saying a prayer." Keefe improvised. "You know, for Sophie and Dex to find happiness after death." His voice caught. Keefe looked back down at his plate, and when back to stabbing the pie. Please, he pleaded with whatever crazy science explained the afterlife. Let them find some happiness. It's the least they deserve.