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

Reverie had not anticipated a confession, but the moment she registered what was happening, she wrapped a tight leash around herself and her reaction. She watched Moss carefully for a moment, but soon averted her eyes to somewhere just off to the side. It seemed like the right thing to do, to give her room to breathe and feel while she recounted it. Even in her grief, Moss was a steady presence; Reverie knew that even if she said or did the wrong thing here, the worst she might meet was a wall. But that didn't mean Moss didn't deserve to have someone try.
My sister died in a fire, She said, finally looking at her, because the only thing she could offer in this moment was kinship. Reverie felt the guilt behind the story, or at least thought she did, and she knew it well. I was supposed to run, but I - couldn't. It was so bright and overwhelming... I was frozen. She tried to save me. Instead she - Reverie swallowed. I watched. And then I finally ran.
I don't know if I can stand to commit to myself, after that, She continued. But I'm glad you can, Moss, because... it's hard to love someone who causes so much pain. It's easy to blame yourself for it, I think, Reverie was thinking of Tybault now, and what he had done at the behest of their father, and what he had done to her. But loving someone is never wrong. It's just... not always what's best for us. And now she thought of Lestan, because —
Maybe loving her was not what was best for him.
And that sucks. She added in the blunt tone of someone who could relate entirely too much, because it really did suck.