"I didn't ask for your permission to leave and I don't need to!" Great now she's shouting at a child. This day could not get any worse. "I'm sorry your father isn't here but there is nothing I could do to fix that." She is done arguing with him. No one gets to boss her around anymore. She's a free woman.
If Henry wants to question her then there is one way to make all of this just stop.
"Fine." She puts a good amount of space between them in the hallway and holds the dagger up again. Does she want to do this again? Can she? It isn't a sin to call upon him, is it? She hesitates a while longer contemplating if she should. Does she need to prove a point? There is also a curiosity to satisfy on her part. So those fateful words leave her lips in a near whisper. "Rumpelstiltskin." She gulps down the lump in her throat. Here she goes again, her voice trying to stay even. She's failing. Louder this time. "Rumpelstiltskin."
When nothing happens a second time she tries again. "Rumpelstiltskin." A tear rushes down her face. Why isn't it working? If he's telling the truth and the Gold he knows is from her world than what's going wrong?
Belle is suddenly reminded of the vision she saw in the mirror.
Everyone sees you for what you really are, Belle. A pathetic coward. Why do you think the Dark One married you? You think it was love? He needed someone weak. Someone he could manipulate. Do you really think he would give you the real dagger? Deep down you know what kind of beast you're dealing with.
She holds the dagger in both her hands now, her eyes dropping down the name imprinted on it. Her voice is solemn. "Does that answer your question?" Her hands are shaking and she can't stop them. She doesn't know what to do anymore or even if she should believe Henry when he said they were stuck in space. Belle just wants to go home.
Or maybe she doesn't anymore.
Maybe she doesn't deserve that. There is one thing that mirror didn't lie about.
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If Henry wants to question her then there is one way to make all of this just stop.
"Fine." She puts a good amount of space between them in the hallway and holds the dagger up again. Does she want to do this again? Can she? It isn't a sin to call upon him, is it? She hesitates a while longer contemplating if she should. Does she need to prove a point? There is also a curiosity to satisfy on her part. So those fateful words leave her lips in a near whisper. "Rumpelstiltskin." She gulps down the lump in her throat. Here she goes again, her voice trying to stay even. She's failing. Louder this time. "Rumpelstiltskin."
When nothing happens a second time she tries again. "Rumpelstiltskin." A tear rushes down her face. Why isn't it working? If he's telling the truth and the Gold he knows is from her world than what's going wrong?
Belle is suddenly reminded of the vision she saw in the mirror.
Everyone sees you for what you really are, Belle. A pathetic coward. Why do you think the Dark One married you? You think it was love? He needed someone weak. Someone he could manipulate. Do you really think he would give you the real dagger? Deep down you know what kind of beast you're dealing with.
She holds the dagger in both her hands now, her eyes dropping down the name imprinted on it. Her voice is solemn. "Does that answer your question?" Her hands are shaking and she can't stop them. She doesn't know what to do anymore or even if she should believe Henry when he said they were stuck in space. Belle just wants to go home.
Or maybe she doesn't anymore.
Maybe she doesn't deserve that. There is one thing that mirror didn't lie about.
She is weak.