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

Rose and Ruby. They sounded as if they belonged together. Maybe they were together somewhere, if death was a place that everyone went to; Reverie wasn't sure, though. It was taboo to speak of what came after death in The Gilded Sea. She'd thought of it often, but never knew what to believe.
Rose would have made a song of it, Reverie offered fondly, feeling safe with Moss in a way she'd only ever felt a few times before, with Lestan. This was different, though. After a time she'd started to worry too much about whether Lestan would still want her, and so she withdrew. Somehow she had a feeling she wouldn't have to worry about that with Moss. She didn't seem like the kind of person to run when things got hard, the kind who only wanted to be happy. Reverie was aware of the irony of holding anyone to this standard, because that was exactly the kind of person she was.
She would have loved it here. She wanted to see the world, more than anything, Reverie remembered all over again why it was so important that she traveled, that she had true freedom. I wanted that too. I still do, but... She shook her head slightly. She wasn't enjoying it; she wasn't happy. But she didn't want to linger on that. Moss - can I ask you a question? A - personal question.