high in her tower

[bemoans]

 Is this truly wise, madam?

The storylines hardly match up and - and - and surely we know what really happens to me in the source you're choosing to cross over.

[ sniffle ]

I don't like this one bit. Not one bit.

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[bemoans]

Yes, you could be crushed by a giant.

[ which was a fate she just barely avoided. ]

[empirics]

[well. interesting choice.]

Not what I would have guessed, but yeah, I guess death could be worse than stupidity.

[bemoans]

[ if your major life experiences outside of a tower consist of having babies and avoiding death - you'd jump to certain conclusions. ]

Yes. [ she purses her lips. ] What's your story?

[empirics]

The main points: I'm a doctor. Always have been. I lost my brother.

[...yep, that about sums it up, right?]

[bemoans]

O-oh. I'm sorry about your brother. I have one too, I just discovered. He's a baker.

[empirics]

Oh, your mother didn't steal him away, too?

[bemoans]

No, no, no, he was born first. He was spared, thankfully.

He was under another curse, though, that he could never continue the family line.

[empirics]

[okay wow.]

If I may be frank, Rapunzel, maybe it's best for everyone that you all didn't grow together. Everyone's situations combined is almost begging for dysfunction.

[bemoans]

Why would you be frank?

- Oh.

[ shrug, pout, sniffle, in that order. ] But it'd still be family.

[empirics]

[it's not something that he can really argue with; too close to home and all of that.]

But you have them now. Well, your brother, at least.