Blacktail Deer Plateau did you really ever think I gave a damn about you

When his mother spoke of his lost brother Reyes couldn't even look at her. His mind was buzzing. Images of Scarab tending to his collection merged with the memories of destruction; some of his own doing, such as when he had pulverized the boy's best trinkets without thinking of their importance. Everything had taken on a darkness, though. When he thought of Scarab he could taste the panic, smell the sea, hear the crashing of angry waves alongside the crunch of bone.

In many ways he felt he had killed his own brother. Beyond the trickery of his tired mind - Reyes thought, if only he had been more attentive, faster, more focused. If only he had been kinder. 

When his attention did rouse it was faint, a wavering glance at the shadow ranging through the trees. Raleska came upon them gathered with Erzulie. He was thankful for what they had, for the presence of those the sea had spared - but Reyes raged inside, a self contained ocean of his own. No, he would never set foot by the sea again if he could help it.