[Setsuna]
[He's been walking, trying to shake his alarm at the previous encounter, and his feet have taken him to the beach. It's mostly deserted thanks to the poor weather, but the stark, tundra-like appearance of flat sandy dunes covered in snow appeals to him. He stands atop one of the higher dunes and watches the false daylight shimmer across the surface of the water, his face blank.
Inside, though, he's battling a toxic cocktail of anger, cold, jittery fear, and (most predominantly) guilt. To someone who can feel them as a practice, these will seem to be broadcast at the highest frequency, just barely under control despite his empty expression.]