Redhawk Caldera opalescent

Reyes couldn't process everything that she said at once. Thinking he didn't care (but he was here, wasn't he? Fighting for their family!); thinking he was some unfeeling bastard, and punishing him for it by what then, sleeping with strangers? She didn't deny it. Her words were poison — at least those she deigned to speak aloud.

He held his own tongue as much as he could, until the end. His anger flared as he turned to look at her, this woman he had once loved and now couldn't even recognize. So full of spite for him. Even her smell was unfamiliar because of all the different facets to it - pieces of other men. How did he deserve this?

Right, so I deserve this do I? After all I've done, all I've gone through — everything I gave to you; and what about Sorana? She somehow deserves this too? He was rambling but he was angry and couldn't put together the right words to say what he wanted. Was he sorry? For Sorana's sake, and maybe in some small way his own. Could he apologize when he'd done nothing wrong? No, of course not. She probably wouldn't even hear it.

His anger hid deeper things that Reyes had no name for. He was hurting and it was clear, even in the gray haze of moonlight. He didn't know what to do about it. You could fuck your way across the Wilds for all I care, Teya! The very least you could do is wash their smell off before you dare come home to us. His hackles rippled; his voice was a storm which cued curiously with the passage of a ripe cloud over the moon's face.