After they returned to England, Susan didn’t know how to convey to her siblings that nothing felt like it mattered anymore.

She went to parties, went out with boys, did as well as she needed to at school in order to avoid being noticed, never at the top or the bottom of the class. After all, what would being top of the class get her here? Certainly not a crown - not even a university education.

She could go to Bletchley - she certainly had the skills. But where would that lead her, except to another life of secrets, another double life? And it would all be for a country that no longer felt like her own, instead of the one she had loved with her whole being.

So she let everyone around her take - take her smiles, take her laughter, take her pretty face as an invitation, take the Susan she became at face value because they didn’t know the difference. After enough time, she even had her siblings fooled. And somewhere deep down, that hurt, but making them believe the charade had been her choice.

Aslan had already taken everything from her; it didn’t matter who took the pieces of her that were left.