The Sentinels Somewhere only we know

"You are right, I guess," Wraen replied. "Someone else's experience can never be the same as yours. Will have to find out myself then," she sighed and fell silent, casting her gaze around the wreckage and wondering, how on Earth was she going to find that whelping den, when all she had was a dim memory of it. The place her had laid in ruins for years, was there any point to search, hoping that by some lucky occasion her favourite toy had survived the fire and was lying there - ragged and broken - for her to retrieve it.

So, Brisbane came from a broken family, but, since he was able to speak so nonchalantly about it, she did not feel any pity for him. The absentee father had probably had no influence on his childhood or later life. He seemed happy enough and not like a person, who was regretting anything. "Mom used to say that, where children happen, there has been a great love and affection beforehand," she said thoughtfully. "And yet so many split up and part, and end up estranged and hating each other or indifferent. I have never really understood - how can you love someone and one day you don't."