Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

Sounds like you've been talking to men. Reverie smiled at that; a resigned and knowing smile, a bitter and reminiscent smile. It's always about their feelings in the end, isn't it? She said softly, thinking of her father and Tybault. Her sisters were not so forgiving as her, she knew; they'd often lamented their treatment, lamented men. Reverie felt their pain, but was too influenced by Rose and by Atlas to have become jaded. Rose, who always treated everyone the same —
I had a sister like that too, Reverie admitted a little breathlessly. Her heart was beating faster with every thought of Rose. Her name was Rose, and she - died because of me. She cut herself off and her gaze dropped, but only for a second. Reverie was not sure she'd ever felt so... seen. She didn't want to break the moment. Maybe they would've liked each other, too.