Duck Lake [m] Oh cease me

Arric was speaking of Moss. She was gone, he said.
And Reverie knew, she knew what he meant and yet all of her refused it, denied it. Gone. Gone where? She questioned in a voice too small, too wavering. Then her eyes widened a little, and her ears fell back, and her throat tightened with sudden understanding.
No, She denied it again, again; No, no, no - she - She deserved better than this. Reverie began to cry again, choking sobs this time. Where? Where is she - her - where did you - you bury her? Moss. Her throat ached. I'm sorry. It was too late, too late. It should have been me.