Why must you be so stubborn?

You’re asleep on Yves’ lap, a thick book balanced precariously in his hand over your head, trying not to wake you as he reads.

You stole from him. So he had burnt what you stole— and your hand. He has never felt so bad. Then you went on about not being able to eat or drink unless you steal the food or water, about a ‘community’ of savants that’s ruled by some guy with powers.

Yves feels bad. You wouldn’t even let him take you to a hospital or a clinic, or tell him your real name without being convinced for minutes. You don’t even truly believe in Soulfinders, more like it’s a fairytale your mother told you before she died.

You stir a little and Yves chuckles, adjusting his glasses and turning the page. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty.”

You looked so pretty. And so tired.

He needs to call Vic. And his parents. This is massive! Not only has Yves found his Soulfinder, you need help.

The Benedicts can help you!