Blacktail Deer Plateau I deserved that one.

She wouldn't beg for it—he didn't want her to; but the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Reyes was petulant in that moment. He heard all that was said but it was filtered through his own experiences, so when Rosalyn explained she had dealt with pirates and their fickle natures before, his brain went to the worst possible thing, and he couldn't—wouldn't—let himself go there. She would not force it out of him but maybe that was what he needed, someone to fight him for it, to break the barriers he had erected to keep himself safe. No, he wouldn't talk about it.

And in the end he could only stare at her. She'd given him enough of an answer to satiate him for now (rather, to scare him off from the truth) and he would not push further—ultimately too afraid of what he might learn of himself or of his mother. Reyes looked away from her momentarily and seemed more interested in the shadows among the trees, feigning curiosity towards the sounds of the woods. The wind billowing through the pines was so much like the ocean's sigh.

He took a breath of that pine scent and shook his head softly, almost as if he were making a decision for himself, and remained silent.