Let's get out of here. [Regina's voice is dry and shakier than she'd like anyone ever to hear. She's just killed her son. Knowing logically that it's just an illusion doesn't make the sight of his face turning to ash any less vivid. She wants to vomit but she can't, not in front of Gold and Emma.
She takes a steadying breath and forces her to look up at Emma. She's ready to see the hatred in Emma's face. It doesn't matter, so long as they get out.]
Miss Swan, are you going to come with us, or do we have to coerce you?
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She takes a steadying breath and forces her to look up at Emma. She's ready to see the hatred in Emma's face. It doesn't matter, so long as they get out.]
Miss Swan, are you going to come with us, or do we have to coerce you?