The soft line of his mouth goes slightly wry, even as he lifts his hand to brush her hair back and over her ear.
(Susan's stood ka-tet and an-tet with us, and that more than once... she's dearer to us than you can imagine.)
"I'm not a part of your tet," he says, gently. "I know it well."
Sometimes, he looks at the Pevensies, the cracked circle of them, and wishes there were a way for him to fit somewhere inside it, but even the cracks are too tight to allow anyone else in. They will always be part of the same, larger circle, but he wasn't there in the Hundred Year Winter, and there are some things he'll never truly understand. "It would be all right if you – all of you together – wished to keep some things for yourselves."
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(Susan's stood ka-tet and an-tet with us, and that more than once... she's dearer to us than you can imagine.)
"I'm not a part of your tet," he says, gently. "I know it well."
Sometimes, he looks at the Pevensies, the cracked circle of them, and wishes there were a way for him to fit somewhere inside it, but even the cracks are too tight to allow anyone else in. They will always be part of the same, larger circle, but he wasn't there in the Hundred Year Winter, and there are some things he'll never truly understand. "It would be all right if you – all of you together – wished to keep some things for yourselves."