[ Sinclair draws in a sharp breath. He's angry. Angry for Oria and every little thing these adults keep putting him through]

... then let's send them off together. Properly, the way they deserve. It doesn't have to be at their graves.

[ He can't go back home. He wont go back home, until he's ready.]

He liked the ocean, didn't he? We can do it there. The Twilight Shoreline.