Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

"Isn't "being best at it" a matter of perspective? A comparison of sorts?" Dwin asked for the sake of asking, not that she disagreed on this with Wraen. Come to think of it, how did you know for sure that the times you had now were the best... ooh, maybe it depended on, how bad the future treated you. So, according to this logic she might be having the time of her life now without realizing it. Still Dwin was young and did not believe that anything bad could happen to her. She still felt invincible. 

"What happened?" she was genuinely curious about the story, which had thrown the elder's youth off track and thus veered it in an entirely different direction. "And didn't you want to have it later? I mean - there is no shortage of people to have that family with," she suggested, convinced that it was a matter of choosing to do it and not that there was any chance or luck or circumstances involved. And she was right in part, because people get together and have kids for myriad of reasons and mutual affections is just one of them. 

"You are dead?" Dwin furrowed her brow, having not really paid attention to the spirit-like entity before. "Wait - if I am talking to you, does this mean I am dead as well?"