Lucy Pevensie

— What have you done, child?
— I don't know. That was awful.
— But you chose it, Lucy.
— I didn't mean to choose all of that. I just wanted to be beautiful like Susan. That's all.
— You wished yourself away, and with it much more. Your brothers and sister wouldn't know Narnia without you, Lucy. You discovered it first, remember?
— I'm so sorry.
— You doubt your value. Don't run from who you are.