Sea Lion Shores I'[m] thinking of ending things

The sea was a good place to think, Tybault had decided. The constant sound of the crashing waves was the backdrop to an era of contemplation for the Medeiros, who found himself introspective in a way that disgusted him these days. He'd accepted it as necessity. There would be no change if he didn't understand what had brought him here.
Lost in thought, he didn't even see his sister until only yards separated them, a stretch of beach that felt like it spanned half the world. He had crossed half the world to find her, once — and almost died for it. The obsession had long since faded from him, and in its place he felt only hurt and wariness for the sister who had almost seen him killed. He studied her across the distance, but made no move to close it, nor to leave.
Instead he watched for the man who still haunted his dreams.