Dear authors:
Why do you feel the need to make me deathly terrified of Turkish Delight? Or snow? Or winter? Or the mention of Jadis' name? Or the word "traitor"?
I don't really have...what do you people call it...post dramatic stress disorder? Sure, the Witch was awful, but you seem to have neglected a minor character called Aslan.
That's right. You forgot Aslan.
He had a talk with me too, you know. I never forgot it. And I got over thinking about myself then. I've been forgiven. I don't clam up or flee in tears every time someone mentions the word "traitor." I really don't.
In fact, I distinctly recall bringing my betrayal up to other people at least twice. I'm over it.
Could we maybe stop with the weepy moping "angsty" Edmund stories now, please? They're not much fun for me.
Especially when they lead to incest. I don't love Peter that way. Really I don't.
Really.
~Edmund
"Between ourselves, you haven't been as bad as I was on my first trip to Narnia. You were only an ass, but I was a traitor." (Edmund to Eustace, VDT)
"It is very true," said Edmund. "But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did." And he looked very thoughtful." (Edmund to Peridan, HHB)