As any student of ancient epics can tell you--
In most eras of history, the capacity for tears was never considered to be necessarily a sign of weakness. All sorts of gigantic invincible warriors wept unashamedly for various reasons. And of course Mr. Lewis underscored this by having Peter and Susan weep with relief after he saved her from the evil wolf-captain. "They were in Narnia, where no one thinks worse of you for that."
So now I can admit that the sacrifice of Jesus, both in its literal historical events and in its Narnian replay as the death of Aslan, repeatedly moistens my eyes and lumps up my throat. This extends to persons both real and fictional who reflect some aspect of Christlikeness (for all genuine goodness in created beings is a reflection of some attribute of the Triune God). Thus, at the end of the musical of "Les Miserables," I soak the Kleenexes as I see and hear the spirit of the sympathetic heroine Fantine calling to the noble-hearted Jean Valjean as he is dying, assuring him of the Heavenly reward that awaits him.
(While I have written elsewhere about romantic love NOT being the all-in-all for everything, yet this finale is made all the more poignant by the fact that Fantine clearly would have been Valjean's natural love interest if she had not died young. Thus, now we can tell ourselves that whatever form of love occurs between blessed souls in Heaven, Valjean and Fantine will henceforth be sharing it with each other forever, with suffering AT LAST behind them.)