One moment Regulus found himself in the comfort of his dark room and the next, he’d so easily apparated to the shore, the horcrux in the pocket of his long trench coat. The breeze off the shore whipped his inky locks around, and as he squinted just slightly, he caught sight of your figure. Seemingly waiting for him. He paused for a moment, his dark hued eyes shifting to the rocks and sand beneath his feet. “I have to do it,” He called out, referring to destroying the horcrux, as he neared.