It hadn't worked.
Keefe had known it in his heart when Foster hadn't responded. He had tried to put on a brave face for her, but it hadn't worked. So, Keefe pulled away from the connection and blinked.
Now, on top of everything else going on, Keefe had to hold back tears.
"So," said Fitz wearily in the background, "Anything?,"
"No," Keefe said quietly, turning away. He heard Fitz snort.
Keefe rounded on him, his eyes narrowed.
"What?," Keefe said, annoyed.
"Well, I just didn't think it would work anyways, that's what!," Fitz snapped.
"Oh, so now your blaming Dex and me. Go on, who else are you going to add to the blame game!," Keefe retorted, angrily.
"If you want to play it that way, then I blame Mr. Forkle, Biana, Marella-,"
"What did they ever do to you?!," Keefe inturuputed.
Fitz glared at him.
"Oh, I don't know! Mr. Forkle is the one who made the mistake in the first place of giving Sophie a broken ability, Biana had to get kidnapped and make Sophie on edge in the first place! Marella, she brought up the subject of Sophie being broken, and-"
"Sophie's. Not. Broken," Keefe said, gritting his teeth, because Fitz was just begging to start a fight.
Fitz rolled his eyes, "Whatever,"
"SO, THAT'S IT! HUH? YOU ARE JUST FINDING PEOPLE TO BLAME AS USUAL, YOU ARE ALWAYS TRYING TO COVER UP FOR YOUR MISTAKES!," Keefe shouted.
FItz face waxed in fury and Keefe knew he was about to say something he'd regret, but at the moment, Keefe didn't feel like helping him out.
And then the explosion burst out of Fitz.
"WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT? MAYBE I DO BLAME SOPHIE! IF SHE HAD NEVER BEEN BORN, NONE OF THIS WOULD EVER HAPPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE!"
Silence fell in the air, swiftly taking place of the noise as the words Fitz spoke hung in the air.
Part of Keefe wanted to scream, TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW, YOU DON'T GET TO BLAME HER WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE HER!
But most of him was just shock.
Keefe had always thought that words were just words, and they could never mean much.
But, those words from his best friend cut like knives deep into his heart. Sophie didn't deserve to be blamed. She deserved so much more, more than he or Fitz could ever give.
"I-'m sorry," Fitz whispered.
"Save it," Keefe said, his voice shaking, "I guess this leaves us back to the drawing board, doesn't it?"
"Yes, I guess it does," Fitz said quietly.
Keefe strode out of the door.
The night was so beautiful, it felt like it was mocking him. Everywhere he looked he saw memories of him and Sophie playing Base Quest, running around laughing, petting Silveny, and her staring at him with those beautiful brown eyes.
Moonset
At first Keefe thought he had imagined it. But, that voice was so familiar, so beautiful, so heartbreaking, so.... broken.
It could only be Sophie's.
She had transmitted back.
Keefe tried to respond but she had already slipped out of his head.
Moonset. What did it mean? Why had she transmitted that to him?
"Thinking about Blondie again, eh Hunkyhair?," came from the very last voice he wanted to hear.
Reluctantly, Keefe turned around to face Ro.
He took a step back.
She looked ready to murder someone, which probably was accurate.
"By the way," she said, eyes narrowed.
"I hope you have a good story for why you decided not to fill me in?"
Keefe gulped and opened his mouth, but finding no words.
There was no words to describe the pain, the hurt, the loss, the fear, and the hopelessness he was feeling. It was too much.
Ro looked at him questionably.
In a hoarse voice, Keefe described all the problems in his life to her.
Ro sat, watching, and did not speak when he finished, instead choosing to twirl her dagger around her fingers playfully.
Keefe waited.
She finally looked up and said, "Blondie's smart, Hunkyhair. But she's losing her nerve. She can't hold on to everything by herself anymore. She needs you, even if she doesn't know it. Ok?"
Keefe nodded slightly.
"So," said Ro plopping down beside him and giving him her best trying-to-be-a-therapist-and-love-and-sympathy-but-not-really-getting-it face.
"Any clues?"
Keefe shook his head.
"All she transmitted to me was Moonset, and I'm not even sure I know what that means-,"
"Hang on, Hunkyhair," interrupted Ro. "What if you're not supposed to know what it means?"
Keefe looked at her, completely lost.
"What if," Ro pressed, "It's like a password? Can you think of anything with a password that would give her whereabouts?"
"Well," Keefe said, thinking. Then, it hit him.
Vertina.
Keefe jumped up.
"What?," huffed Ro as she got to her feet.
Keefe looked at her wide-eyed and said, "Her mirror knows. It could be that!"
Ro grinned.
"So, Hunkyhair, it looks like tomorrow you have a mystery to solve, don't you?," Ro said.
"Tomorrow?," Keefe asked reproachfully.
"Don't EVEN, Hunkyhair. You can't slide again," Ro said menacingly.
"Tomorrow. Period. End of Discussion."
Keefe groaned but nodded, he knew she was right.
And he couldn't help smiling too.
He finally had a lead to find Foster.
A/N: Guys I feel like really special tdy. 100 READS!!! Tysm for reading my story.
Also: I updated the bio, hope you enjoy!
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