Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

"I do not judge them for making these choices. I just do not see myself doing the same thing," Dwin pointed out, though she was still in the stage, where she was moving away from the firmly held belief of a teenager that old people did not understand anything about life. So, in a way she had an opinion, what she would do in Maia's or Teya's or anyone's situation, but she was tactful enough to only think about it and never speak it out loud. Out of respect for the elders and the growing self-awareness. It no longer felt that good to blame everyone, evil outside forces, conspiracies or just circumstances for problems she herself had created. She could not stand people, who whined, and therefore did not like to see this in herself as well. 

"So, what you are saying, is that I should just go about life and try out things?" Dwin tilted her head to the side as she asked this, considering the idea and liking it. "Even that love stuff?" she spoke of it as if it was a piece of garbage that lied at the side of the road until the day someone came by and saw its true value. "What about you? You never told, what your experience is?" she asked.