Bramblepoint Withering

"Oy, don't feel bad, kid," Dwin reassured the boy, when she saw him shrink and feel embarrassed. "Better out than in, mom says," she added, taking few steps closer and sitting down next to him.

What he said next, did not surprise her, because even she deep down blamed the two reckless kids. It was not fair or right - but the selfish side of her needed the simplest solution. You could never escape all of the what ifs.

"The cat chose to attack. Not the other way round. And the kids could have been in the Brecheliant or Moonglow and that would still not have stopped the cat," she said. "And your father had a choice too. He could have left them to perish - many would have done it and no one would blame them for it," the harsh reality was that very few healthy adults would put themselves in a situation that would harm them abd thus lower their chances of survival.

"But he was a brave man and making that kind of choice would have killed him in spirit. It is far too often that truly good men like your father are taken away, because they have the heart to stand up and fight against evil," she said and felt that she had gone too far in the philosophical plane. Therefore she simply finished with a: "Does not change the fact that it sucks and is totally unfair. And you are right to be angry, just aimed it at the perpretator not the victims."

"Have you spoken to her, them about this?"