They are all standing around the broken stone table Trumpkin: Cakes and kettledrums. That’s your next big plan? Sending a little girl into the darkest parts of the forest? Alone! Peter: It’s our only chance. Y/n: and she won’t be alone. Trumpkin: Haven’t enough of us died already? The badger: Nikabrik was my friend too. But he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn’t. And neither have I. Reepicheep: for Aslan. A bear: for Aslan. Trumpkin: then I’m going with you. Lucy: no. We need you here.
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