maria/verity.
I worried that there would be a point of no return. That the tumor she thought caused her visions would get too big and then no one could do anything for her. Especially here.
Good. Women everywhere will be thrilled once a month to have chocolate.
They're not. I'm just trying to catch up from when I was gone, and I sort of crawled into a hole after Storybrooke. I didn't — don't want to face the person I was there. Besides, I want to be useful so those damn Skaikru talking about us being moochers will shut the hell up. But I know nothing will ever be enough.