More specifically, she waffles, actually leaning away for a minute as the uncertainty buffets her expression. Emma struggles with trust, and even moreso she struggles to trust people from some fairytale world that she can only barely accept as real.
But she's trying. Ilde's similarities only make her fight harder—on the one hand, Emma knows all the terrible things that she's done herself, which makes her more inclined to believe that others like her are capable of something precisely that bad, but she also knows that she forgave herself for it. And so did Henry.
Finally, she drums up a smile. ]
I guess so.
[ Reluctantly, she steps forward, reaching out one hand. ]
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More specifically, she waffles, actually leaning away for a minute as the uncertainty buffets her expression. Emma struggles with trust, and even moreso she struggles to trust people from some fairytale world that she can only barely accept as real.
But she's trying. Ilde's similarities only make her fight harder—on the one hand, Emma knows all the terrible things that she's done herself, which makes her more inclined to believe that others like her are capable of something precisely that bad, but she also knows that she forgave herself for it. And so did Henry.
Finally, she drums up a smile. ]
I guess so.
[ Reluctantly, she steps forward, reaching out one hand. ]
I'm Emma.