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“Last time we left, we were gone for a thousand years,” Susan tells him. Her voice is strangely tilted as she says it, as though it’s terribly heavy and she can only manage to keep it up by one end. “Have you got any idea how long that is? There weren’t even tombs for our friends left, Caspian. Not even tombs.” “I’m sorry.” For the first time since they left Narnia, Susan Pevensie turns and meets his gaze, and he knows it was the wrong thing to say. “Sometimes,” she says, almost apologetically, “I hate you.” Caspian laughs. It’s a sound that hurts to make. “Sometimes, I hate myself too.”