Ouroboros Spine xlviii. one day, we'll reveal the truth

Her eyes slid shut, ears falling back as if she could shut out the  agony the Moon’s words sent lancing through her chest. She tried — hard, feeling her chest tighten and squeeze as if physically clinging to her resolve — but something within snapped beneath the pressure and with a ragged breath, the tears came for the first time in years. 

Unable to stop the sob she tried to smother, the greenpaw’s  head dipped to rest on her sister’s shoulder when she bent forward. When she could breathe enough to talk, the dove sighed an exhausted whisper: “I can’t feel him anymore.  What I would give to see him one more time — or even to know what happened.”

It was this, if anything, that would destroy her. This not knowing whether he was dead or alive, as if he’d simply vanished without a trace.  What was worse, she was too far along to even go searching for him. If there was any clue, it would be gone by the time Lótë could go  looking for her missing mate.