Re: Rose/Faust
You don't understand. No one understands. She won't visit. I'll ask her, but she won't, not unless I needle endlessly. But I invited someone else to come, and he might bring Snow back. His name is Blue, and he's her assistant.
You? A murderer? You couldn't harm a fly. I'm a terrible judge of men, but even I know that.
[...] I ran from the Beast at first too. I get scared, but I recover. Your hunchback in the attic wanted me as far away from him as I could get. Maybe he was scared too, but I don't know why. I'm not particularly scary.