"No, Edmund, I won't let you!" Sora screamed, her face bright red. Her hands were balled into tight fists. Edmund stared back at her, obviously not moved by her tirade.
"It's the only way for her to go away," he replied. He was trying to keep his cool. She wasn't helping very much, either.
"I won't let you sacrifice yourself for a ghost! What would your family think? Did you even consider that?!"
"I can't let her hurt you," he whispered. She sucked in a sharp breath of air.
"You don't have to."
"You know that's not true Sora," he sighed, "With any luck, she'll go away and leave my family alone, including you."
"You forgot one thing," she smiled, an idea popping into her head.
"What?"
"The sword," she answered, "You could easily fight her with the sword. Aslan gave you one, remember? I have one too. You and I could win against her and be done with the whole thing."
"Sora, that's a good idea," he said, "But I'm not going to let you fight. If something happened to you, I'd never live it down. I won't let it happen again."
"But it wouldn't be your fault."
"Yes it would, and you know that. I brought you into this mess, and it's my job to get you out of it alive and in mint condition."
"No one would care if I was," she whispered, her head hanging low.
"I would."
An then he kissed her.
