(i kind of think as corin as a beach bum surfer dude more than a fratboy arthur, but i can see the intersections.)



edmund says, "if you're going to continue hurting yourself, we're going to have to stop."

but he wills the magic to go faster. he wills more heat. he wills more pressure. peter continues to writhe, but there is less and less struggle in it.

"i would hate to stop," says edmund, "when we haven't even begun."