Because the world needs a little slush with our snow. (Spoilers likely within)

[badappled]

I don't know why you've brought me here. If you're trying to torment me, I'm sure there are better ways. 

But if it's what you want, so be it. Nothing can be worse than what I've done. I can feel it in my chest like a cancer. You can't ignore your own heart, can you? You can drink potions to forget love, but you can't ignore what you are.

Or what you're becoming.

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[badappled]

[Oh Henry. What can she do other than let him comfort her? That's the goodness in him--a childish innocence she once had herself. Once upon a time.

But she can't look at him. She doesn't want him to see. The minute she feels his little fingers squeezing hers, she presses her lips together and shuts her eyes against the tears that quietly spill down her cheeks.

She wants to say something--thank you, maybe--but her voice is caught in her throat and she simply manages a sad, fleeting tearful smile.]

[theboywiththebook]

[Good didn't kill. It didn't do bad things. Sure, sometimes it might lie to protect others or fight back, but never killed.

But, hearing that Mary Margaret had a hand in Cora's death...he's not sure the people he once looked up to as heroes were that anymore. Heroes. Emma, Gold, Charming, all of them were considering the idea of killing Regina.

If only magic hadn't been brought to Storybrooke no one would be doing such terrible things.

He looks up to her when she offers him that smile. What can he say to even comfort her? Unlike Regina, she at least regretted what she did. All he can do is reassure her that:]

You won't become that.

[badappled]

[She studies him for a moment before gently brushing a piece of hair away from his forehead. She'd been so sure before all this. She knew what it meant to be good, and she knew that good always won. That gave her strength.

But that faith was shattered. She shattered it herself.

So does she lie to him? Or does she shatter his faith? Instead, Mary Margaret asks in barely a whisper:]

How do you know?

[Convince me, she silently begs.]

[theboywiththebook]

[He lets her brush his hair, just silently staring up at her. What could he do to convince Snow White that she still wasn't as bad. She took one life to save and protect them, but it still wasn't right.

Her question makes him think for a moment. 'How do you know?'

How did he know if she wouldn't become that. Regina was good once, wasn't she? But, from all the things he's seen of her...and what he's read of Snow WHite and seen of Mary Margaret. The answer comes to him quickly.]

You regret it. Regina's never done that. To the people she's hurt.

[Except with him. But, that's different. She loved him and hated everybody else. Snow regretted killing a person she hated. So...it makes sense why he believes Snow won't go down that road.]

[badappled]

[Regina was a good person once. It was Snow White she blamed for making her the Evil Queen, but it was just another excuse. Regina made choice after choice. Did she regret taking her father from her? Did she regret hurting countless people? Did she regret cursing an entire land because she had enough hate in her heart to destroy their chance at happiness?

Mary Margaret doesn't know if Regina has any regrets for the evils she's committed. If she did, if she did at least once, does that make a difference?

Does it matter if Mary Margaret regrets?]

It doesn't change what I've done, Henry.

[theboywiththebook]

No it doesn't.

[As much of his child's innocence and belief in good is there, he knows she still did a bad thing.]

But, if Regina gets a second chance. So do you.

[badappled]

[She doesn't know if she believes that. She doesn't know if she even wants to. But she manages one more smile for him.]

You're really something, you know that?

[theboywiththebook]

[He quirks an eyebrow at his grandmother. That was...an odd thing to say.]

What do you mean?

[badappled]

I mean that--

[That she wants you to stay good. That he never experiences the kind of hate that corrupted Regina's heart, or the need for vengeance that drove Snow to partake in Cora's murder.]

I think you have a lot of your grandfather in you, that's all.

[Um. Let's be clear, just in case, eh?]

David, I mean.

[theboywiththebook]

[A lot of his grandpa, huh?

There's no doubt to him he takes after his grandparents by a lot.]

Thanks.

[And he'll just squeeze her hand a bit tighter before he hugs her. She needed comfort right now.]