Emberwood [m] Oh Ophelia, you've been on my mind, girl, since the flood

Confusion riddled his face. Want her? Want what?

She didn't need to spell it out for Everett to know, and suddenly, the realization came crashing down. Why she had snapped at him. Why she had run. What she had thought when he'd --

Oh.

Oh no.

His eyes widened as horror set in.

I've never - oh, goodness - oh, Reverie - no!
Everett's head spun and he leaned back, feeling nauseous himself.

I didn't come -- I never wanted -- Reverie, you're my sister.

Yet she had thought -- ! Why? What? But he knew - he knew - though he had never done anything like that to her before, he knew this who had. 

I don't think I own you, he said, and I never want to control you, even if I could. I'd rather die. Reverie -- when I came to you - I just needed to talk with you - about Reina, Tybault - and when you struck me without words -- it remained inexcusable, -- I needed you to listen -- to stay -- and i was angry and tired and frustrated, and it's no excise -- and I shouldn't have hit you -- I was so wrong -- but I never meant -- I never wanted to -- oh, Reverie, he shook his head, as though trying to rid his mind of the very thought of what she implied, not that!