But you ain’t weak and that’s not nothing.
My way of being polite, or however, it’s the only way I have of showing you that I like you.
WASH: So, two days in a hospital? That’s awful. Don’t you just hate doctors?
WASH: I mean, present company excluded.
Ball of yarn… All knotted and tangled with different weights and colors, but pull one string and you pull them all.
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“My power means more to me than you.” “No. No, it doesn’t. (…) Now you’ve made your choice. And you’re going to regret it.”
For you and for me.
And he did. I don’t understand people who think he didn’t do much in bringing her back — aside from keeping the shards of their teacup, aside from making the choice to bring her back, aside from having her near him constantly to protect her and keep her close and make sure she knew what was going on when earthquakes hit the town and trees started sprouting up everywhere…aside from all that, he did something he’s never dared to do before.
He trusted the Blue Fairy.
Ever since the Blue Fairy gave that bean to his son — became responsible in some form, in his mind, to him losing Bae, the most important person, for a long time the ONLY person, in his life — Rumplestiltskin has hated all fairies. He’s done his best to get in their way, he’s struck them down, he’s stolen their wands, he’s even been prepared to step aside and evict them and let them try to cross the line and presumably all die thanks to the curse.
But now, with Belle on the line, holding the shawl that was his son’s baby blanket — his son, who’s dead now, and he just barely got to see him at all because of the Blue Fairy’s intervention so long ago — now he admits that he can’t do it. And he trusts the Blue Fairy’s magic.
If that’s not doing EVERYTHING to bring back Belle for Rumplstiltskin, a man with trust issues the size of Storybrooke, then I don’t know what is.
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