Blacktail Deer Plateau I deserved that one.

Didn't they miss the sand, the sea, and all that the coast encompassed? The freedom of the open air, the familiarity where they had begun their family? Judging by the look that passed over Rosalyn's face - it was Reyes who was the odd man out. He shifted his weight and glanced away from her, a flinch, and then frowned softly when he heard the question. 

He snorts, not sure how to answer immediately, but he tries. I don't know, but its not here. Back on the beach maybe. Being in Tortuga had been hard on him, filled with all sorts of lessons, but he had found comfort in the familiar aspects: the screaming gulls, the brine in the wind. Didn't she miss it too? Reyes had always hoped their relocation would be temporary; he had gone off to hunt down the missing pieces of their family as a byproduct of this belief, and now that they were together again (for the most part) he was struggling to see why they stayed. Their numbers dwindled - people were dead.

The boy cannot help but bristle as he tried to compose his thoughts, wading through them slowly, but he shot Rosalyn a firm look as he voiced: Who else has to die? He was being overdramatic - but he didn't see that, it was as if he was speaking of something else entirely which was too intimate to share.