...you couldn't help it. I couldn't either. [He shakes his head and his long hair falls into his eyes. He can taste the salt on the air. It feels like it's been years since he stood on this very shore and watched the waves.

He drops his hand from Shiro's shoulder and steps towards the shore. The tide rolls in and the water laps at his boots.] This is the far north shore. Or it should be.

[He turns his head to study the line of the beach.] We need to go south.

[It is night. Ember won't be around. He frowns and looks back at Shiro.]

...if this is the islands and not Mu.