A/N: Hey! I didn't write an author's note for chapter 1 or 2, so here goes. I have a few things to cover if you'd like to move on.

One, this fanfic- emotional chapters especially, which, spoiler alert, includes this one- has some mild swearing. No F-bombs but still some language. Thought I'd warn you, even though like 70% of my fanfics have it lol.

Two- this fanfic mainly revolves around the ship of Sophiana. Which is LGBTQ. If you're not comfortable with that then wtf are you doing here? But I thought I'd clarify. Also a few of the characters question their sexuality. So yeah.

Three. Welp, I don't have a three. Oh wait- yes I do. This will consist of a ton of plot holes. I haven't written much yet but I already know it will be full of them bc I am no Shannon Messenger. Lol. Well, enjoy, and if you like it please be sure to leave a review. Thanks so much!

Chapter Three

"Biana, what the heck?" I ask, completely confuzzled.

Why is Biana acting this way around me now?

She offers a tight lipped smile and stuffs the compact mirror in her stylish rucksack, turning on her heels and walking down the hall, leaving me confused and alone.

"Hail Keefe," I demand and my Imparter's glossy screen fades to show Keefe, rumpled hair splayed over his eyes and arms held out at length to display him.

My gaze softens once I see the resigned expression he wears. "What is it, Keefe?" I quietly ask.

Keefe bites his lip and shrugs.

"Did Elwin discover... anything?"

His teeth rake into the skin under his lower lip. "Yes," his voice is grim and tight.

My dark brown eyes widen. "What?"

"Foster, it's horrible," he whispers hoarsely. "You'll hate me."

I scoff and roll my eyes. "Keefe, remember when I told you-"

He shakes his head of dirty blond hair, and his eyes are dull and lifeless as he speaks. "Sophie no. You will hate me." That's when I notice it. Keefe's not in the Healing Center anymore. He's leaning against a mossy tree in some type of forest. And he called me 'Sophie', not 'Foster.' Oh something was wrong, all right.

"What the hell?!" I shout into the Imparter. "Keefe, where the frick are you!?"

His shoulders sag and a second head pops into the display. Alvar. "Hey Soph." He winks at me. "Nice to see you again. Hope you don't mind your boy Sencen here decided to join me." Alvar runs a hand over his newly gelled hair. He looked like he seriously recovered from his encounter with Fitz and I in Candleshade.

"What?! Keefe-" I stare at him despairingly. "Keefe, what the heck have you done?"

Keefe intakes a large, labored breath. "Foster," he tells me gently, but pained, "I don't like leaving you. But the Black Swan isn't doing anything to help the fight against the Neverseen. Alvar- he's forming a group of rebels who're willing to whatever it takes to beat them."

"Unlike the Black Swan," Alvar butted in, "we'll have me- who knows the Neverseen inside and out." He smirks winningly at me.

"Exactly," put in Keefe. "I'm so sorry, Foster." His eyes are shiny with fresh tears as the Imparter goes blank.

"No! Get the frick back here, no, don't hang up on me!" I wail, and thrust my Imparter at the wall. It bounces off the built in gems aimlessly and I scowl deeply. "Damn bulletproofness."

I pick it up again and stare at the black screen. Tears seep from my eyes as I hug it against my chest.

Keefe was gone... again.