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So many here tell of their closeness to their siblings, to the great joy that their siblings bring them. I could not agree more with such sentiment, for the richness that my own bring me has always far outweighed any great burden they've put on me (and some have put burden upon me indeed!).

But, in that great sentiment, I must say that I have put off announcing my own brother has indeed left, and so any friend he may have had here, I ask you make yourself known to me. My brother is Edmund Pevensie, and I should like to thank you, and ask you be my friend too.

And, if you did not know him, I would say, then meet me for my own sake. I am long in introducing myself, and I feel quite badly for the delay. I am Lucy Pevensie, and most grateful to make your acquaintance.

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Rebecca.

I haven't seen her in a while— I mean, a while. On account of the war, and all.

Were you at war, sir?

[ The response is automatic: ] Not sir, just Bucky.

And yeah, the whole world was.

The whole world?

Ah-

I am pleased to meet you, Bucky.

Well, not Switzerland.

[ No matter how many times he has this same conversation, it's still surreal. The war was the entirety of his adult life. Still— ]

You're from England, right?

Narnia.

[ Edmund had said he was British, but— not everyone has Britains that match up, he's learned. ]

Is that… somewhere north of London?

[Edmund remembers more than Lucy, who doesn't remember much of anything of home.]

No, it's north of Archenland and Calormen. I am not from England, si-

Bucky.

[ This is confusing! But he had been real shucked, so maybe that his memories weren't straight. ]

Bucky. [ He says in agreement. ]

Well, what's it like, then?

Narnia?

So beautiful it cannot be believed. Bright and lovely and wild.

England is grey and rainy. Most of it, anyway. I think I'd rather be from where you are.

What a land that is so gray! I am much happier in the sunshine.

Well, I don't mind the cold so much. You wouldn't want summer all the time. You'd never get Christmas.

And I do love Christmas!

But I think it is the only good thing about winter. We are not so favored of the cold, in Narnia.

I wonder if we'll have Christmas here. [ He figures no, and it's the first time he's really figured. Christmas means a lot to him, for more than the usual reasons. ]