[Let's be real, it doesn't make a lot of sense, but weirder things have happened. Perhaps a surfer stuck their board in the sand right at the right direction to obscure the face of the person in the other chair. Perhaps after a day of fun in the sun and dodging weirdly buff seagull guards, she was exhausted and sat in the first available chair without even looking at the face of the other person.
How it matters isn't that important. But she did.
Haru sits up. She knows this place. Shido's Ark...
A familiar figure, closer to the shore. Haru's jaw tightens. It's impossible, of course; he's dead. But in the fuzzy logic of a dream, of course he could be here.] You-- you're...
[She trails off.
What do you say when you run into the murderer of your father on the beach?]
II
How it matters isn't that important. But she did.
Haru sits up. She knows this place. Shido's Ark...
A familiar figure, closer to the shore. Haru's jaw tightens. It's impossible, of course; he's dead. But in the fuzzy logic of a dream, of course he could be here.] You-- you're...
[She trails off.
What do you say when you run into the murderer of your father on the beach?]