lanselos_du_lac

Susan listens to this last, and then nods to herself and leans back against him. "I miss London," she confesses, more quiet than strident, now. "There are people there that I love, too. But-" But that's not getting her meaning across, she thinks, so she adjusts course. "When Lucy was here she told me about how things are going, in Aslan's country. That's what she kept calling it: Aslan's country. Aslan, the great Lion of Narnia, like as not - nevermind. She's in Aslan's country, because she's dead, and Narnia is also apparently no more. My entire family wants for nothing, according to Lucy. They all have exactly what they need and it doesn't occur to them to change, or want, or anything like that, because everything is perfect and all their possible desires are immediately met, and I keep thinking-" She hides her face in his shirt for a moment, steeling herself. "I keep thinking about how jolly bloody miserable that sounds."