Author's Note: Keefe's POV! I wrote it in a different style than the rest of the story so I don't confuse the heck out of me and everyone reading. This doesn't follow the chronological timeline of events, it starts right after Keefe and Fitz finished talking. Once you're finished, leave a review to let me know if you want more Keefe POV!

Thank you everyone for reading this!

"EVERYONE PAUSE BASE QUEST!" I shout.

Almost immediately, Sophie and Biana appear over the edge of a hill, both of them sprinting as fast as they possibly can.

"Foster," I say, motioning for Sophie to come closer. "You and Fitz go inside. He has some things he needs to say to you. I'll take your place in base quest until you're done."

She nods and follows him inside. I can sense her uneasiness. It matches mine. I'm pretty sure he won't lash out at her again. After I talked to him, he seemed more calm. I don't want to do this, but Fitz asked, and who am I to restrict their friendship?

I don't want Sophie to be friends with Fitz. I think he's a bad influence on her, and I think he's dangerous. But it's Sophie's choice, not mine or anyone else's. I hope it's the right one.

I don't know if Sophie's over him yet. I almost kissed her, earlier, when we were talking about the empath cube. She looked so sweet and innocent and she's so cute when she blushes that I almost did. I've liked her for years now, and she's still oblivious. But I wanted to be respectful, so I switched gears halfway through and said something that I don't even remember, at this point. Also, she probably doesn't like me. Maybe she does, a little. I'm not sure.

Right after I abandoned the Neverseen, before Mr. Forkle died, I got a glimpse of her true emotions. They were hard to interpret, but I've spent a lot of time thinking about them. There was no love for Fitz. At all. She had some emotions for me, but they were so strong and confused that I couldn't tell what they were. To be fair, she was probably mostly angry because I had betrayed her. But I hope there was a little bit of love buried under there somewhere.

Biana and I run to the base she and Sophie made, but the entire time, I'm keeping track of Sophie's emotions. If anything goes wrong at all, if he hurts her, I'll be there as soon as possible. I don't think he will, though.

I think I talked him out of doing anything rash. It's taking all of my strength to not punch him, just because he said a few mean words to Sophie. She deserves better than him.

Not like I'm any better. I'm the son of a traitor. I constantly have problems, and I'm not worth her time and energy. She's too amazing for me. However, she's always so kind to me, anyway. She makes me feel included, makes me momentarily forget all of my issues. When I'm with her, I feel safe. I hope she feels the same around me.

I can feel Sophie's uneasiness and nervousness. It quickly turns into disdain, and a bit of pity. A bit of confusion. Then, incredulousness. Odd. Fitz must have said something funny? Now I'm the confused one.

Suddenly, I feel a spike of anger. Oh, crap. Foster's angry. She's terrifying when she's angry. The anger stays her strongest emotion for a few seconds, but it morphs into confusion.

Her emotions go flat. Completely blank, like she doesn't know how to react. I can barely sense her anymore. I start walking towards my house, not sure if she needs my help or what.

All of a sudden, a wave of panic hits me, so hard that I fall over.

Foster's in trouble.

I sprint towards the house, channeling extra energy into my legs.

Confusion, calculation, suspicion. She is a tangle of emotions, but fear is still the strongest one. Then anger returns. Then submission.

I open the door and run in.

"Foster," I say. "Are you okay? I can feel your emotions from the other side of the property. Is everything fine?"

I see Sophie glance at Fitz. Her teeth are gritted, and I can tell she's angry just by looking at her. I don't know what Fitz said or did, but he's got her wrapped around his finger.

Now, her main emotion is sadness. She looks like she might cry. I hope she doesn't. It's my fault that he hurt her like this. I shouldn't have left them alone. I thought it would be fine but I miscalculated and now she's hurt and I'm going insane and Fitz looks happy and I don't know what to do or what happened and I can't-

"Yes, of course," she says, interrupting my train of thought. "We're fine."