Gallowglass dismounts his motorbike, looking out over the waves of the Balearic Sea. France was the kind of place full of startling beauty and visceral self reflection...and it was never more beautiful to him than when the tides rolled in on the white sands, and an overcast sky veiled the world in fog and mist. "This is it then," He whispers. The hollowness in his heart aches. He takes off his helmet and just...stares.