After all the things I've done to you... you still stood by me. Belle. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be alive. Thank you.
— God, Belle. Thank you.
— What?
— I meant... I meant when... when I... when I was in the coma... all I wanted to do was let go. After all I'd done, why did I deserve to live?... And then I heard something... your voice. After all the things I've done to you... you still stood by me. Belle. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even be alive. Thank you.
— Come on...
— But it will be, Regina. I have faith in you. You will figure out a way eventually.
— That's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm not sure I can figure it out.
— I can't help but think you're avoiding me.
— Well. Not very well, it seems.
— You're upset because of what I said that I'm still in love with you. I suppose I should never have told you, not after I asked you to find a way to save my wife.
— That's not why I'm avoiding you.
— Then why can't you even look me in the eye?
— Because I don't know how to tell you the truth.
— You know you can tell me anything.
— I've read every spell book in my prossession, experimented with every potion in my vault. I even tried to defeat the Snow Queen so I could force her to reverse the spell. But nothing I do seems good enough.
— But it will be, Regina. I have faith in you. You will figure out a way eventually.
— That's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm not sure I can figure it out.
Because you're right, Sabine. Because that is what best friends do. They... nudge each other.
Do you know what your mistake has always been? You see belief as something solid... independent. Something easily removed with one, singular blow. But belief is a weed. It grows wild and deep. If you want to destroy it for good... you have to uproot it.
We're all pieces of the same puzzle. But without each other, it's impossible to see the big picture.
No matter what we were feeling on the inside, we had to put on our best face.
And happy endings always start with hope.