The moon was beginning to shine bright across the sea, illuminating specks in the water up to Sam's feet, which he had placed just within the surf, idly watching the tide rush over them from where he sat on a rock just above the surface. Sat here, in the moment, it all seemed so calm; the sea, the sky, just him and the world...yet he knew only a little way down the beach, he had fought almost to the death with Remi.
He'd begun to get over his fear of the new region with time and possibly with the help of Loren's friendship (and more), which had imbued him with some new hope and confidence. While he thought that it seemed unlikely for the moment, he hoped one day he might be able to reconcile with the Alchemist...and Ronin too, he supposed, though he still believed the man had twisted Remi into his anger.
Sighing, knowing he should head back home soon, he leaned down to pick up a rock and toss it out into the ocean - he didn't know how to skip stones, so it just sank with a plop into the waves, Sam watching the ripples for a moment after as if expecting something more to happen.
