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The past...well, Tirian can't say how long it's been; time is one of the things that has ceased to matter much. But however much time has passed, it has been as a deep, restful sleep after a long time waking, a feast after starvation.
It had hurt, of course, to see Narnia destroyed in spite of all his longing to save it, but the ache had not lasted long; could not, when everything he lost was restored in Aslan's Country, and when some of the very friends he had taken such care to bid farewell to in Milliways had been waiting here, along with those he had never stopped missing and worrying for during his time in the bar.
But not all his friends are here, and Tirian thinks of this sometimes, as he thinks of his promise to return to Milliways, if he could. The thought doesn't distress him or fill him with longing--he's past such things now. But he does think of it.
Even now, in the place he spends most of his time--an exact match for his old hunting lodge in the Lantern Wast--he thinks of it.
It had hurt, of course, to see Narnia destroyed in spite of all his longing to save it, but the ache had not lasted long; could not, when everything he lost was restored in Aslan's Country, and when some of the very friends he had taken such care to bid farewell to in Milliways had been waiting here, along with those he had never stopped missing and worrying for during his time in the bar.
But not all his friends are here, and Tirian thinks of this sometimes, as he thinks of his promise to return to Milliways, if he could. The thought doesn't distress him or fill him with longing--he's past such things now. But he does think of it.
Even now, in the place he spends most of his time--an exact match for his old hunting lodge in the Lantern Wast--he thinks of it.