The Sentinels Call me anytime you see the lightning

"Ain't we all small in the bigger scheme of things?" Wraen replied with a question, watching another spectacular show of lightning far off in the ocean. The wind grew stronger and the roar of waves raging at shores louder. Funnily enough, she did not feel afraid or even cautious. Curious and contemplative as if she was an art critic standing before yet another grand painting, pondering over the meaning behind the colourful scene.

"As I grow older, I have become a lot less romantic and a lot more realistic, cynical even," she went on, looking back at Arthur. "It's hard to accept that on the whole you are nothing but a speck of dust and most things that you firmly believe in as a child or a young adult are neither set in stone, nor relevant. They exist in our heads, but does not mean they are true in the world," she said. 

"Simple example - if I got struck by lightening here, it would probably seem unfair to me, but that would be just an opinion. On the bigger scale of things... one charcoaled and vaporized wolf here would not mean much, because there are hundreds running around still," she laughed humourlessly at this and shook her head. "Once you realize your own vulnerability, Arthur, you become stronger in a way. A lot of things that might have made you afraid stop being such."