In order to save the life of another, you opted to take Aslan's place in front of Jadis, the White Witch. She was thrilled to kill you instead of Aslan, seeing as she thought you had more power than him. She left the humiliation ceremony, with you strung up on a stone table, bound by thick and heavy black ropes. He stares at your face, bruised and an empty look in your eyes. He hates the way your barely concious body forces you to stare back at him. Aslan comes up the steps to you, his mane running against your face.

"How could I have let this happen to you, dear friend? You were always the more noble one between you and I."