— That boy with the knife... You stopped fighting him. Why?
— 'Cause he was... Just a boy.
— No. There was something else. I saw it in your eyes. Why did you stop? Why?
— Because when I looked at his face, I saw me.
— Go on.
— That look in his eyes... The despair. I had it back when I was in the foster system. Just a lost little girl who didn't matter and didn't think she ever would. A little girl who cried herself to sleep at night 'cause... She wanted her parents so bad. And could never understand... Why they gave her up.
— And then you found us. It was too late.
— It's just, on this island... I... I don't feel like... A hero or a savior. I just feel like what I've always been. An orphan.
Why is she pregnant and I'm the one who's sick?
— Please. You can handle it.
— Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it.
— Undo your spell! Bring back the mermaid!
— And what, you'll win her over with your rainbow kisses and unicorn stickers?!
— Not as hard as the other mystery you've presented me. Why haven't I killed him?
— If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't for lack of effort. Let's just say we bury the hatchet.
— Yes. But why not in your skull?
— I'm your sister. Actually, half-sister, but... details, details.
— That's not possible. You're... green.
— And you're rude.
