Remote part of the beach - early evening

It'd been a couple of days now since Roy had made it to the beach. There weren't any signs of the fight left as the ocean had washed it all away. It was a shame that not everything could offer a clean start so easily.

He found a soft spot to sit, automatically pulling his arm closer to his body as he'd been up on his feet for a few hours now and his hand was starting to ache. He wasn't in the mood to head back however and even if the cold was nipping at his fingers - stupid not being able to wear a glove - he preferred watching the ocean before all light disappeared from the sky.