A/N: Short, I know. Maybe I'll rewrite it later. But yes, this is Susan's. Next will be Edmund's, then Lucy (theoretically). And after that, well, tell me if you have any ideas for other characters to do oneshots for.
Susan
Everyone always thinks I'm so logical. Sometimes I wish I wasn't. So logical I mean. So…sensible. Because it means that whether or not I want to, I'm always facing facts. Seeing the most likely course events - whether they're events I want to happen or not. Adults always look at me and smile. They tended to pat me on the head, or, once I got older, shake my hand, and say things to Mum and Dad like, "She's such an adult" or "So sensible - it's wonderful how grounded she is. Her head's certainly not in the clouds like some children." And Mum and Dad always simply glow, like they're the ones being complimented, not me. Which, on careful, logical consideration, is probably true.
That's what I hate about it, see?
I can't avoid that ugly truth.
I know that Peter sees those truths, but somehow he's better equipped than me to deal with it, or, I don't know, forget about it. I mean, right now I can tell he's seeing those ugly truths - Edmund's gone and he's blaming himself for it. But I can also tell that he still thinks he can rescue Edmund, and I just can't seem to convince myself of that. Maybe that's my problem - I'm not convincing enough. Peter won't listen to me, and I won't even listen to myself.
But that won't get me anywhere. Or any of us anywhere.
And there it goes again.
I can't even really appreciate this world for what it is, because whatever else it is, it's certainly not logical.
I can tell that Edmund is most likely dead, and I hate that. Being so certain about that. Beyond the fact that he's my brother of course. That's killing me - and all of us. But I'm the only one who really thinks he's dead, and I hate that.
I hate all of this. This entire thing. All this logic.
Most of the time I don't mind it so much. Back in the "real world" I don't mind it so much. When there's an actual use for it, a use that I don't mind it so much. But here, this logic only serves to make me feel terrible, and to annoy Peter beyond belief, because he doesn't want to hear what I'm saying.
Still, this logic also tells me that Peter will insist on going off on this quest to rescue Edmund, and, in defiance of my logic, I will certainly be going with him.
No amount of common sense, reason, odds, rationale, or logic will change my mind about that.
My logic tells me, grudgingly, that that's one battle I've won.
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