Altar of Twilight When you torture an angel, it screams.

There was nothing he could do within the limits of the caldera that didn't make him think of Teya, or Towhee, or the kids - those that lived and those that brewed - and so he left.

To be fair, she'd left him first.
Don't be a little bitch, Reyes. 

After a few hours of pointless wandering, Reyes had hiked his way up the side of a mountain. The sun was going down; above him only stars, spreading as far as the eye could see, with somnolent birds singing themselves to sleep.

What was he doing here? Hell if he knew. It was a nice view though - of the sky and the valley below. Reyes stood there staring down to the paradise that was the Caldera - even at this distance it was recognizable to him.

And he thought, I'm sorry Teya.

He thought about his father, too.