Emberwood [m] I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses

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It felt — it felt right; had anyone ever spoken so harshly to her? And Reverie knew she deserved it, she knew that Moss would have agreed, that Arric should have, that Lestan should have. Maybe if he had, he would still be at Swiftcurrent Creek. He would still be happy. And if Moss had never loved her, maybe she would still be alive.
She couldn't stop crying, but she did make an earnest effort to quiet her hysteria. I don't expect you to, Reverie managed after a moment, quieter now. I just - want to see her. She deserved an apology. She deserved - better. And surely Akavir could agree with that, at least. Suddenly Reverie was certain that he would not tell her, and the sense of loss seemed to bloom ever larger in her chest.
She should never have come back here; she should never have left the coast. If she could have gone back just then, she would have. She would leave Blossom with Everett, and she would simply walk into the sea. It would be peaceful there — and she would never hurt anyone again.