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"Well, you are not dead either - so, you are just speculating without any proof or basis," Dwinn shot back with a grin that morphed into a laugh. Because the existance of ghosts was an entirely separate topic and there too were more speculations and conspiracy theories than actual facts. But sometimes having something supernatural and esoteric to colour your daily life is better than proving them to be fictional. 

"Well, between me and my brother Jay we rarely call each other by our names. It's insulting nicknames only and I have no doubt that he would destroy anyone, who attempted to harm me, and I would do the same for him," she pointed out with confidence and had no doubt that this did not change the way he felt about his sister and vice versa. That was their special way of showing care to one another. Dee - on the other hand - was made out of a different material. The two indications that these girls were related were their looks and love for stories. As for the rest - Dwinn had learned that often her rough sense of humour and ideas of, what was funny, fell flat with her sibling. So - she preferred company of those people she could feel free with and not awkward. 

"Oh, I will stay on the beach - not a fan of confined spaces. But that does sound interesting," Dwinn shrugged, remembering her mother's warning about following strangers in caves. She did find Val a pleasant companion to talk to, but in the back of her mind the reality of her situation persisted. He was a stranger - a pleasant one and interesting to talk to, but this did not change the fact that she had not found out a whole lot about him. If she were to perish here, no one would ever find out. Perishing in the exact way your mom told you not to would be even more embarrassing. Therefore it was easier to play that she had claustrophobia than to tell him outright that - sorry, guy, I do not trust you. 

"Could you tell in detail, what these loa - evil and good ones - do?" she asked.