Redhawk Caldera opalescent

For a moment he felt a touch of respite. It was the start of his processing; he needed that, but it didn't last very long. Teya was suddenly the one to close the distance and to stop him at the arch of the den mouth, her voice a quick venomous whisper that caught in his ears, jerked him back in to the fight.

He looked at her as she spoke, really looked. His eyes were tired and they weren't dry. Reyes loudly sniffled to stop himself, blinking rapidly, not wanting to be seen with such prevalent weakness written across him. It was why he'd tried to walk away but she, she had stopped him. Confronted him.

Teya had made her ultimatum and there was no going back. He swallowed thickly, tried to quietly clear his throat but it still felt raw when he answered, ... fine, yes, a... a year. Then you can, ah, he looked away, grimacing, frantic; then back to her again when he thought he could speak straight - do whatever you fuckin' want.

He waited a beat before he turned this time, staring at the emptiness of the den mouth but then, mouth hanging agape, he turned away from it and moved forcibly away; nothing would stop him this time. He needed to think, to dispell everything that had been pulled up from the depths within himself. Reyes couldn't do that here.