He's not alone, thankfully. He never was, either. Boots crunch on the sand behind Jaime, the sound sound of footsteps approaching, and a warm, feminine hand drops onto his shoulder. Rei wasn't going to leave him alone, it just wouldn't be right. Not after everything.

"Jaime."

It's just his name, but it's backed with strength, all her psychic might thrown into it. She wants him to pay attention, to hear her, and to look up. She hasn't ever told him everything about her, it hadn't seemed right, but if there's ever a time for it...for standing up for the little guy...it's now.