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[ Snow hasn't slept since she woke up. For the first time in so long, she's had nightmares about the burning room in the Netherworld, of being trapped in flames the way she was during the sleeping curse. So, she simply isn't going to sleep until she can talk to Regina and see about some kind of potion or magic that can put her under without having to dream of anything at all. Hopefully, something like that exists.

But this means that she's dwelling on what happened. Her death in protecting Emma, the fact that her daughter was indoctrinated anyway. And that leads her to late night texting. ]

For those of you that have family here, how do you deal with the idea that you can't always protect them?

[ It's not a concept that's new to Snow. She held her newborn in her arms for all of thirty seconds before putting her in a wardrobe that took her so far away. Snow has fought magic, ogres and Lost Boys for her daughter but this time she failed. This time, she couldn't keep the worst from happening. ]

I realize it's a broad question. But I'm not sure I've ever thought I couldn't protect my daughter before. Not until the past few days happened. Maybe I just needed to get the words out. It's much easier to type them than to admit them out loud.

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You can push people a... away. [Like Julie's father did. Like Perry did. Like R knows that he sometimes does with how fiercely he wants to protect the woman he loves.

A woman so fierce and world-weary at only twenty that she is more often the one protecting him.]

Can't protect from everything. Just... be there when things... go bad.

[ Well. That isn't wrong. She lets out a soft breath and waits a second before replying. ]

I suppose that's true. That does make me feel slightly helpless, though. I guess that's something that can't be avoided.

It's not a g... great feeling. [R sighs to himself, the breath coming out with a slight wheeze at the tail-end that he clears with a quiet cough.]

Sorry. Don't think I'm helping.

Honestly, this wasn’t going to be a thing anyone could fix for me with a perfect piece of advice. It just helps knowing you cared enough to respond at all.

W... well, yeah.

[How to tell someone you care about them without sounding as awkward as all hell? R hasn't quite worked that one out yet, but he does care about Snow.

Enough to brave the network to reply to her, anyway.]

Just wish I knew what to say.

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