Chapter 12: Lost

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the next day everyone went down to the living room to see how Leraje is doing.  This one is still asleep. Louis is sleeping next to him.

(Bhaal): well...he finally came home.
(Biakhov): did you doubt it ?
(Bhaal): no no...
(Arthur): oh...well hey guys.
(William): who is he ?
(Perth): this is Arthur. The youngest elite in the world.
(Eurus): hooo you are so cute you.
(Arthur): sorry ? Me, cute ?
(Nomad): stay calm Arthur. How nice.
(Bhaal): the youngest elite you say ?  How old are you ?
(Arthur): you don't need to know... (Bhaal): 12-13 years no more...
(Heath): Here, we have breakfast prepared if you want.
(Perth): Thank you both.
(William): Curtis ?
(Curtis): Will ?
(William): are you okay ?
(Curtis): yeah yeah, i was just worried.
(Leraje): it's nice Curtis, but it's not worth it I'm fine.
(Curtis): oh, did we wake you up ?
(Leraje): No, don't worry.

Leraje gets up slowly so as not to wake Louis. He keeps him in his arms under Arthur's amused gaze.

(Leraje): don't say anything or I'll hit you...
(Arthur): hee hee hee.
(Eurus): and...there ? What do we have to do ?  He's not going to let go of us both...
(Arthur): That's for sure. He caught a lot of it, you know ?
(Biakhov): a lot of what ?
(Leraje): shadows, lots of shadows. Like yours. You try to resist him, he won't let go.
(Eurus): oh no...
(Nomad): don't worry. We are not alone.
(Eurus): I...know. thank you to you elsewhere.
(Heath): You're welcome. In any case, he may be powerful but not invincible. It remains to find its weak point.
(Perth): I agree. But what does he do with all these shadows ? And how to find it ?
(Arthur): this guy is like me, an international elite. We can't really locate him.
(Leraje): guys...I think Louis is not well.
(Curtis): Will you think...
(William): yes. He saw something but didn't say anything.
(Perth): sorry ?
(Curtis): When Louis is upset and keeps it to himself he has nightmares at night.  He is not used to confiding.
(Biakhov): then we can wake him up.
(William): no let him...
(Biakhov): as you wish...

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