"I didn't mean to imply..." Mabelle trailed off as her throat suddenly tightened, his last statement registering a lot harder than she expected. "It can belong to whoever wishes to have it, I just... didn't think... you'd wish..." the words weren't coming out correctly, unable to finish the thought properly with the distraction of what exactly he was implying. "What do you mean," she whispered almost shakily, "gone?" She simultaneously needed to know and didn't want to know.