When I was reckless: breaking the Witch's wand at the Battle of Beruna. We were falling to her right and left, and we'd no notion anyone could be restored then. Every death was on my hands, already, and She had her sights on my brother Peter. I had enough sense to go for the wand and not her, but that was about all. I didn't mean to shouldn't have survived.
When I was cautious: there was a time my sister Susan and I were on a state visit. It became obvious our hosts weren't likely to let us leave with h without giving up more than we were willing to sacrifice. Some of our friends argued for a valiant last stand. Peter and Lucy would have avenged us certainly, but most we'd have been no less dead, so we continued to talk until we had a plan that didn't end with lives lost.