Maybe it was fear driving the argument--Seth had no appreciation for a setting beyond his control or recollection. Or maybe something else had been burning hot under the surface. Richie acted as if he hadn't just betrayed him. Him, Kate, even Santánico. All in the name of making a name for himself and getting up from under his shadow. After everything, his brother didn't know a damn thing about family.

"Well you sure as hell didn't bother to argue when I said it."

The words quickly left him, venomously. He had no ear for sympathy when it came to Richie at the moment. Seth no longer looked at him with concern the way he had after finding the bank teller his brother decided to kill and put on display. Moments waking up in this... toga party, was the first he had been set on going his own way before Santánico reminded him of the shit storm Richard could get into when on his own.

The younger Gecko only thought about others in terms of himself. Seth couldn't break from that sentiment and continued to shield Kate reminiscent to when they had all first met. Unlike when they first met, she continued to yell at the both of them. It wasn't as if she hadn't earned the right to. Richard gave his take on what could be happening and Seth switched gears to him. "What kind of afterlife's gonna let you carry? What'd be the point?"

Seth dipped his head in a nod to answer Kate and possessively put a hand (albeit, a balled up fist that held rounds in it but a protective hand out of instinct) behind her before heading to what looked like an exit. "Anything that comes at us in a way we don't like, shoot first and ask questions later."