[Ugh, don't smirk-laugh at him. You're just twisting the knife deeper into his pride! Rude. Fuyuhiko opts to ignore that detail, folding his arms somewhat defensively over his chest and turning his own gaze to the sea as well.]

Yeah, I get that. [Though, despite his words, Fuyuhiko himself neither looks nor sounds like he's having much trouble with the prospect of his own world being gone. It's terrible, yeah, but it's a lot harder to be upset about the prospect when your world was pretty much already destroyed before weird monster-shadows came along.]

Maybe you oughta head to higher ground for a bit then. Or just go straight down to the shore, if grieving by completely surrounding yourself by what you're missing is more your style. [He's not judging, whatever floats your boat here.] Either way, I'm not sure moving through crowds is your best option.

[Next time it could be YOU who gets a fish to the face.]