belle | once upon a time | look i'm sorry i just - feelings.

[lucency]

I don't think you've any right whatsoever to attempt to determine my fate. I don't care how long you've been planning this; that doesn't fix anything or make this right.

Locking me in - here - wherever this is - you're no better than my father.

Or - him.

[she pauses, affected.]

There is a difference. Nothing can change you. I - [and another pause. she's frowning.]

Just - send me somewhere, anywhere. Get me out of here.

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[lucency]

No. I never said that you can. I only meant that they can help. They do help.

[AWWWWWWWWW HERE IT GOES.]

[overlypleased]

Do they?

[lucency]

Yes.

Yes they do.

[bristlinggggggg. and making no mention to bad turns nope.]

[overlypleased]

[Smiiile.]

Well, if you believe that...

[lucency]

I'm sorry, Miss? I don't think I would have mentioned it if I didn't believe it.

[overlypleased]

Regina Mills.

I'm Mayor of Storybrooke. An acquaintance of Mr. Gold, here.

[lucency]

A mayor? [girl power what up. she's so impressed that she forgets any bitterness!] Congratulations, Miss Mills. Though, I can't say I've heard of Storybrooke. It sounds like a lovely place.

[overlypleased]

Oh, it is.

Like out of a painting.

[lucency]

I'm glad. Perhaps I'll be lucky enough to visit someday. [belle. belle, stop.]

[overlypleased]

Do feel free to stop by.

I'll have a special guest room set up, just for you.

[lucency]

Oh! That won't be necessary. Though, should I ever get my chance to travel, I'll make a point of it.

[overlypleased]

If you're in town, do stop by.

[lucency]

Absolutely. Thank you, Miss Mills.

[overlypleased]

You're quite welcome.