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Given the opportunity, Dwin would have gone on reprimanding her sister for lying and adding an "I told you so" and probably a whole tirade of, how this whole ordeal had made her feel, but... Dee's story of how things had actually turned out, made all the imaginary scenarios that should have given Dwin righteous sense of satisfaction ugly. Who was she to judge after all? 

"Real life's crap, right?" she summed up her sister's whole experience and her own as well. Turned out that the legendary Blackthorn wanderlust gene and the glorious tales of their ancestors, who had been born with silver spoon's in their mouths and hadn't had a single bad day in their lives, were withholding tons of useful facts. "Dad's stay-at-homedness makes much more sense now?" she chuckled, choosing another rock and pushing it in the water. "There goes bad decisions of the past... and a toast to all the bad we will make in the future," she smiled. 

"Why would you ever feel ashamed to come back? Brecheliant is your home," she said, seeking her sister's gaze. "Home by definition is one's safe space. But you have found another?"