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"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT? DID WE TREAT YOU SO WRONGLY THAT YOU'D HAVE TO BETRAY US?" slap. "THE OTHERS MIGHT HAVE FORGIVEN YOU, BUT I. NEVER. WILL. GET THIS THROUGH YOUR HEAD." Slap. "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE RESCUED. YOU'RE JUST A DISGRACE TO NARNIA. YOU'RE JUST A DISGRACE TO OUR FAMILY! This world is better off without you."
The words sliced through Edmund more than anything. He laid on the hammock, eyes wide open, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Bluish glow caught the corner of Peter's eyes, and he turned around just in time to see The Witch's ice spear deep buried in Edmund's stomach. The Witch sneered cruelly and triumphantly. Seeing the shocked terrified look Peter sent Edmund, she twisted the broken wand, forcing a whimper out of Edmund before he collapsed.
"EDMUND!"
He never anticipated this. Not Edmund, not his baby brother, the only one that defied him in order to protect him—even after he spat those hateful words. He never wished for such a brutal way to end Edmund's life. Hell, he never wished for Edmund to die.
Peter saw the Witch retrieve her broken wand from Edmund's stomach, Edmund's blood dripping from its sharp end. If he ever saw Edmund's pained expression before, it was nothing compared to this. Edmund's jaw dropped in a silent scream, his eyes clenched, his lips whitened, and his brows furrowed in pain. His hands seek their way to the stab wound, gripping it very tightly in tension it turned his knuckles white.
When Peter thought things couldn't get worse, Edmund let out a muffled scream of pure agony that twisted the knife in Peter's heart.
Peter ran, his minds blurred with his rage as he dueled the Witch, his mind on Edmund, his only baby brother, praying for Edmund to survive.
And then Aslan joined the battle.
"It is finished."
He ran, he ran with all his might, to where he had last seen Edmund.
"Edmund..." he dropped to his knees next to the fallen body of his brother. What the heck was on his mind, slapping him so harshly, humiliating and hurting him with acid-dripping words?
He knelt, scooping Edmund into his arms, crying the first tears after years.
"P-Pete—I f-f-failed you… I'm so s-sor-ry…" Edmund gasped weakly, face still contorted in excruciating pain, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes, fist clenching rhythmically on the grass underneath.
"Hang on, Eddy, hang on, please hang on, don't leave me, Eddy, please…"
"Pete—p-please f-for-give m-me…"
"Of course I forgive you, I don't mean those things I said after your return, you can't go, Eddy, you can't, please, don't go, don't go, Eddy, don't leave me, Ed, stay with me, please—n-no…"
The strain left Edmund's face, only calm acceptance.
"I'm sorry…" Edmund sighed with his last breath.
"NO!" Peter cried, "Eddy, you can't leave me, I won't push you ever again, Ed, I promise, I love you, Eddy, I love you so much, we need you, please give me another chance, I won't let you down, not ever, please…"
But Edmund didn't respond, his soul was no more, his body lifeless in Peter's arms. All was too late.