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[ It takes a bit of shaking the thing about. Despite the tutorial, this is so different to Edmund that he can't seem to fully grasp it at once. He eventually seems to get that it's recording, though, and the shaking stops. ]

Oh - it's on. Good. I was starting to think I'd broken it.

Um, hello. While a great deal of things have certainly been explained to me, and I'm doing my best to try and catch up on it all, I did have a question I was hoping people might be able to answer for me.

Have you come across anyone with the last name "Pevensie"? I'm looking for my brother and sisters. Or even just one of them, maybe. Lucy? Are you here?

[ He's not used to world jumping without her and he's hopeful she'll get the message. He presses his lips together a little more roughly, trying not to convey too many of his nerves and keep up a mostly regal appearance. ]

Well, thank you in advance, regardless.

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Mum always said it was just a coincidence. But -- we're from Finchley. Far back as our roots go anyway.

[ He wonders, maybe, if Finchley is still in this place. He has a hard time believing that this is still his England, but, well... Hmph. ]

No one else seems to have either. I guess I should be grateful I was the only one snatched up.

Finchley. It got the railway recently, if I'm correct.

[ A few years ago, by her count. She'd read about the expansion, remembered seeing it herself much later. But back to the siblings: ]

You seem quite confident that they're better off elsewhere.

Recently? You must be from a while back compared to me. We've had one long as I can remember.

[ He shrugs, smiling a little. ] I know they can handle themselves where ever they are. And last I knew, Peter and Susan were at least in Finchley. Lu though...

She was with me last, so I suppose she either ended up back in England, or... somewhere else. [ He hopes for the former. ]

Perhaps. What year did you leave England?

[ She doesn't have siblings - not anymore, at least - but the more he talks about his, the more she's feeling some actual sympathy creeping in. She offers a light smile to match his. ]

That's good. I assume your being here is part of this machine's malfunction - I can't imagine they'd recruit children for their war intentionally. As they say, it's no place for a child. Though depending on when you're from, home may not be fairing much better.

1942.

[ He can't help but have a twitch of a smile at those sympathies. As much as he hates being called a child, he's gotten used to it in the past two or three years he's been back from Narnia. ]

I've fought in wars before - led them, even. Perhaps it wasn't really a mistake at all.

[ Well that's interesting. She'd been patronizing before, if unintentionally, but now she sounds more intrigued. ]

Have you? Not the World War, surely.

[ She knows they recruited young, but that seems a bit extreme. ]

[ He looks a little grumpy at that. Not because of her, but because of the situation. ]

No. They wouldn't let me join. Said I was too young.

I was in a different world for a while and I fought in a few wars there.

[ She'd normally find the different world comment strange, but, well. Exsilium. ]

And this is common where you come from? Traveling to different worlds.

[ Maybe not so much her England, then. ]

You don't mean faerie, do you?

Not really. I don't know anyone outside my family who's done it.

Can't say that I do.

[ It's probably impolite to pry, but there's no harm in trying. ]

How did your family come by it, then?

[ Lucky for her, he's a pretty open book about these things. ]

By accident, honestly. We were staying with a family friend while the war was going on and my little sister Lucy hid in a wardrobe while we were playing a game. She fell through the back of it into Narnia.

[ Oh right, obviously, that makes perfect sense. She's about to argue, but given that she woke up here - at least Lucy went through a door, right? ]

And you followed. If it wasn't even your world, why would you fight in their wars? [ Or lead them, for that matter. ] Were you enlisted like you've been here?

[ He takes a minute because this is definitely the part of the story he hates most. His stupid kid ways. ]

I was manipulated into helping the wrong side of the war. My family was forced to stay in Narnia to save me. When they finally did, we were so invested in the problems of the war, helping them fight only seemed right.

You mean you owed it to the people of that world to fix your mistake. [ She doesn't say it like she's trying to be insulting, just clarifying. ]

It's not always easy to see the right side of a war. Not all of them have one, but everyone always assumes they're on it. Do you trust the Initiative?

Yeah... Something like that, I guess.

[ He's quiet for a second, still not sure how to answer that one. ] I don't know. I want to believe they're good, I try to think the best of everyone, but... I believe it better to always be cautious.

You won your wars, I take it.

[ She's always found a good mix of trust and wariness makes for the best sort of leader, and that's the first thing he's said that makes her believe his story. ]

If I find reason to believe we're on the wrong side of this one, I'll be sure to let you know.

[ And oh, right, manners. ]

Mathilda Shackley. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pevensie.

Yes, though usually only by the skin of our teeth. We lost plenty of battles in them.

[ He remembers flying over the Telmarines castle in particular and it makes his stomach twist in knots to this day. ]

You can just call me Edmund. Mr. Pevensie is more my dad than me.

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