"Also better," she said. "Overall, I'm...not quite sure. It was a very great deal and I am having trouble..." she frowned, trying to put words to vague, dissatisfied emotions. "I was clearly proven right this weekend, about my general disinterest in having children. And I would have been...disturbed, I think, to have children showing up that declared me the pinnacle of sainted motherhood or the like. But at the same time...I didn't like it. I am not feeling pleased to have been so correct, or for knowing myself so well, or discovering that even with children I continued to live out my life exactly the way I wished. And those things should make me happy. Or at least provide a general feeling of satisfaction. But I do not. And I dislike that. I am...almost disappointed in those other selves and that is not a feeling that sits well with me."