Redhawk Caldera There's just us. People. Doing our best to get by.

Reyes hadn't meant to invite an actual conversation, but once Eljay got on a roll he didn't stop the man. The more he listened the more alike they seemed to be when it came to Towhee or the Redhawks. That surprised him immensely.

Nothing impresses her, he would respond, huffing softly. Nothing is good enough for her.

Y'know why she kicked me out right? And here a pointed look shot towards Eljay, brows raised expectantly. Even if he did know Reyes would go on to explain: She thought I tried to kill my son. Even after I tried to explain myself and apologize - to her, to him, none of it mattered. I was out.

He felt the insult of it still, as if it were a fresh wound. After that there was nothing I could do. I think... I think even when we were together, I wasn't enough. She was just waiting for an excuse. It was what she did — use people until they were spent.

They were alike in that way. It was equally justifiable that Reyes loathed Towhee so much because he had loved her so much; and seeing parts of himself reflected back, that made it easy to hate her after-the-fact.

Whatever. They're gone now, and we're here. It'll be weird. Shaking his head lightly, Reyes resumed his patrol. He kept pace with Eljay in case there was anything else he wanted to say, in a rare social mood.