You could've told me. One of you--someone could have told me, I'm not just a little girl who can't--

[Her face goes into her hands, shoulders shaking outright now.]

They didn't tell me about Edmund, no one told me about you--why am I always--

[Her voice cracks, jumping high in pitch.]

Why do you all keep lying to me? Why is everything always a secret from me--why doesn't anyone tell me anything?!