There were too many questions she didn't have answers to. Regina should have been the one having to face this. Having to look at that sweet little face so marred by anger and confusion and pain. But this was her child, her son. Regina could lay claim to him and Emma would even give her the credit she deserved for raising him for ten years. But at the end of the day, it was her responsibility to deal with the tough questions of life with her boy.
Even if most boys had questions about girls, or bullies, or math, not adopted mothers who had ruined the lives of an entire kingdom.
"I'll never understand why she did what she did, Henry. I won't lie to you and pretend I can. I know as a young woman she was very hurt and she placed that blame on your grandmother. From there it was anyone and everyone who got in the way of her revenge." Emma's grandfather. Regina's father. So many people.
Her voice all but dripped with the emotional exhaustion the last couple of days had taken on her, to say nothing of the last several hours. "It isn't as easy as all of that, though, Henry. I know it's hard for you to watch people say bad things about her. But it truly hurts some people to see others giving her a chance where they were denied one for years."