Dawnlark Plains When I look Into Your Eyes

"I never thought of that. Why would they do such a thing? Allow those, who hurt them back? I would not," Dwin really did not understand the complexity of people's nature, needs and choices they made in life. "But, what if that bad thing is not a person? Aunt Wildfire died of an illness. There have been people that get into accidents or someone takes their life. If a person is struck by lightening... you cannot really stop it, can you? You do not have a choice of whether the lightening will come into your life or not. It is not about letting in, it is about having no say in it. I don't like it," she furrowed her brow, when she said this. The idea the even she was not protected from the evil in this world was disconcerning. There were so many things she wanted to do in life, to achieve and having an event or a person standing in her way, worse - taking her off the track she had decided to take, was annoying.

"So - do you think we should feel sorry not only to the victim, but try to understand the evil-doer to some extent as well?" Dwin said this and felt that probably this was one of the hundred answers that Adlartok had promised she would not like at all. "Though to be honest - if someone attacked  me, I would not really care about their past. I would want to hit them back hard and so that they would never try to do it again," she declared. "I don't think that "not knowing better" is any excuse to being a jerk."