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

A song? A poem probably would've made Moss cringe a bit, but a song might have been worth a listen. Of course, they were speaking of things as though there could have been a time where such a thing had happened- and it was not right to dwell on those things that would never come to pass. She could see it in Reverie's features when she began to speak of her sister in the past tense; acceptance was hard. Using different words to described a loved one always hurt, no matter how much time passed. 

Personal questions were not a forte that Moss possessed, but Reverie was worthy of asking personal things from her. She nodded quietly, solemnly; promising only the truth.