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The world would be so much better if people were to actually speak. And if they were to speak than maybe have the good decency to say why they say what they say. Maybe if they spoke so well a person would already know what they mean. Oh but there would be mistakes any way. They-they just happen. Sometimes you don't see them. And that makes them

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Ed, you don't...

[Sure that he's down the hallway already.]

[ooc; Sho thang!]

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He belongs here just as much as we do. We were all getting along so well.

[And he ruined it. Another sigh.]

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Su!

[It's practically like cursing. Edmund looks at her, shocked. He doesn't want her to say anything Susan'll regret.]

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Narnia wanted him here. I suppose.

[Stirs the cup. It's cool enough now there's no need. Other than to just busy her hands.]

I won't pretend to know why though... Ed, it's just not fair.

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Su.

[Ed starts. It's a poor attempt. He frowns, tries to be careful of his wording, lest his words be taken the wrong way.]

There are just things that we can't even begin to figure. It isn't fair.

[Yes. He agrees with it wholeheartedly. Susan doesn't deserve to have her heartbroken. It isn't fair. But it also isn't fair for Caspian, either. To be deprived of the one he loves. Neither of them deserve.]

But didn't we learn that if some things aren't meant to be, we just have to believe? That it'll all work out somehow?

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I want to believe. I do.

[The soup is near gone. Susan sets it on the nightstand again for now. Why would they be reunited again only to be troubled? Caspian fit like one of them. And now that she was upset with him, it had the possibility of catching on to her siblings. Susan almost wished that would change things, but that only came to sound like bullying.]

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Then do.

[He's not usually very physically affectionate. After all, hadn't Edmund been the one to shout his lack of desire to hold his brother's hand just as they were about to be pulled into Narnia a second time? No. Edmund tries to shy away if he can avoid it.

Surprisingly, today, he doesn't. Hesitant at first, he reaches over, takes his sister's hand into his own. Doesn't say anything else, because honestly? This is all rather embarrassing for Edmund already.]

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[She nods because the lump in her throat is too big. Her little brother's hand turns into a lifeline that she holds onto tightly.]

I think I'll turn in for the night.

[Briefly, she knows how he feels being coddled in anyway, Susan hugs him.]

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[Edmund holds his sister tight. She's shorter than him now. He's growing. It's about time.

She's always been there. One of the first along with Lucy and Peter to forgive and forget his mistake; his betrayal. He'll hang in there and be her lifeline for as long as Susan wants.

He squeezes her hand as they pull apart, almost leans in to press a kiss to her temple, gentle, reassuring - but stops.

This is really embarrassing as is.]

Go rest, Su.

[He gives her a look that says, if you don't. I'll eat my way into the fridge tomorrow.]

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[Maybe why this hurt so much was that Susan was used to reciprocation. Sibling affection is so different from that of another, naturally. But when one's accustom to doing whatever is possible for another it becomes second nature. Caspian became one of them, a rank that didn't happen to just anybody.]

Goodnight, Ed.

[She gives him her best attempt at a smile.]

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[Edmund takes the attempt for what it is, doesn't prod further. To do so would be useless, unfitting, unfair. He has no right to delve into her mindset. Her personal thoughts that he only she, alone, remains privy to. Edmund just knows one thing: Susan's still unhappy. He gives her hand a last squeeze, thinks, oh, why on earth not.

The third Pevensie leans in, clumsily bumps lips against his sister's cheek.]

Goodnight, Su.

[He gives her a smile as he turns away, giving her hand a final squeeze. It's not much, but Edmund hopes it helps.]