It was something I hated to be doing at the moment. I was questioning whether Aslan would actually help us. I wanted to believe more than anything that he was out there, but when I try I always end up questioning him again.
I want to believe in Lucy. She is my sister and she said she saw him, but he didn't show himself to me. It had been so long, everyone seemed to have lost hope in him. I hated that I was losing faith too. He could be out there somewhere, but we couldn't just wait around for him.