"Fire?" Melpomene stepped closer in shock, and in growing grief. If Marcie had burned him, there was no body, no burial site for her to grieve over, and she hadn't had room inside herself to want such a thing yet but losing the opportunity was another blow of devastation. "You had no right. He only lived to meet you because of me! And you burned him? Why? Because it was the only way you could have him all to yourself?"