So glad a few of you guys decided to answer back! You know, I have a feeling that Narnia might start making a comeback. I don't know how many of you have heard, but there are plans to make "The Silver Chair" into a movie. I also heard about a possible series coming out, too. Don't think there will be the same actors, tho. I guess we'll see what happens.

So, I got a little of Susan and Peter time in and a little Lucy and Peter time. This chapter I want to get some Susan and Lucy. Please, keep in mind that I'm not trying to add more problems, but bringing to light some problems that were hinted at in the past. This chapter will begin to bring to light a little bit more; not sure what all yet. The next chapter will hopefully have a little bit more. I plan on that one containing Peter and Judas's dinner.

The rest of the day went fairly fast for Susan. Once King Judas left the throne room, the three Pevensies exited to attend to their own duties. Susan was relieved to see Peter out and about much more than before. There were still times when her brother would sulk in his study and refuse to come out, but she would always see her brother about, somewhere in the Cair an hour later or so. Peter always preferred to grieve alone, and Susan knew it was better that way. He hated to feel weak in front of others - even if they were his own siblings. It was hard enough to get him to admit he was struggling as hard as he was, so Susan wouldn't push him.

When night finely came, Susan made her usual trip to Lucy's room. She always visited Lucy at night to help her fall asleep. Sure, Lucy was twelve years old, but Susan didn't blame her. They all needed comfort during this time. Since they lost Edmund, everything has been harder - especially sleeping. It was no secret that Lucy had nightmares - or, more so, happy dreams that reminded her of her loss - but Susan never talked of the dreams she had. They weren't hard to deal with since she was older and knew how to deal with them. She'd had many nightmares in her life that helped her know how to ignore them, but Lucy was still young. Susan couldn't imagine what it would have been like to loose Peter when she was Lucy's age. It would have been harder than anything - that's what she knew. It wasn't that she loved Peter more; it was that, since she was younger than he, Peter was a bit of a role model for her. She looked up to him. When Susan was younger, it seemed that there was nothing her big brother couldn't do. Lucy had also been closer to Edmund than to either her or Peter. Susan couldn't imagine how alone she must feel, now.

"Lu?" Susan peeked her head through the door and saw that familiar light brown hair she knew so well. Lucy sat on her cushioned seat, in front of her vanity. She didn't turn around, even when Susan entered and walked over to stand behind her, "Lucy?"

Lucy continued to stair into the mirror, "I don't recognize myself, anymore."

Susan didn't know what to say; it was a completely unexpected response. Susan decided to use the first thing that came to her mind, "Lucy, don't say that."

"It's true, and not only for myself. All three of us have changed. We're not quite the same people."

Susan pulled an arm chair over and sat next to her sister, "I think I know what you mean. We've each got a hole in our hearts. I think, perhaps, we've been able to deal with it easier for a while, since it seemed so far away. Since King Judas is here - since there are Calormen here - it seems so much closer and so much more real."

Lucy looked to Susan and nodded, "I know it wasn't his fault, but I can't help but feel a hatred toward him. I feel guilty that I feel that way, but it's true."

"He is responsible for the crimes of his people, just as we are for our people. It was the Calormene people that made these holes in our hearts - everybody knows it. Just because there isn't true proof doesn't make them innocent. It's natural to feel that way toward him, Lu. Even I feel that way toward him, and I know Peter does too." Susan rested her hands on top of Lucy's.

"I can't blame Judas for the crimes of his people. It's not just."

"You and I both know that Judas isn't here to help. Even if he isn't personally responsible for what happened, he is responsible for the deaths of many more. That man deserves to be despised; you can't feel guilty for despising him for the wrong reasons." Susan reasoned, though she wasn't sure it would help. It must have done the job, however, because Lucy gave a slight, half-hearted smile.

"I suppose you're right. I've never liked Judas, anyways."

Susan smiled back, "I've always thought that you were a little too nice for your own good. I'll admit it, though. I've always been a little bit jealous."

"Jealous? Of me?"

"Well, it helps to know that you can actually have feelings of hate towards someone. You've always been a bit of angel."

Lucy scoffed, "You wouldn't be saying that if you could hear my thoughts."

"Oh, Lu, it's not necessarily our thoughts that make us good or bad people; it's what we choose to act on and what to say. We can't control our thoughts, but we can discipline ourselves to act on what we know is right - eventually, our thoughts will follow our actions and words. We all have bad thoughts sometimes, but you know what strikes me?"

"What's that?" Lucy asked, curiosity obviously lacing her voice.

"You actually noticed and felt bad about it. You're the the kindest person I know, Lu, and no hole in your heart will ever change that."

Lucy smiled a big smile - a truer smile than she had smiled in a long time - and flung her arms around Susan's neck, "Thank you, Susan. Thank you, so much."